Thou hast saved me.
Saved me from death and despair
With thine soft eyes.
Thy sweet voice hast too,
Pulled me from the clutches of eternal death.
I hast never needeth anyone
As I now needeth thee now.
Yet thou est gone.
Thy smooth skin
Charred by the furnaces of Hell
Remains in mine mind.
I rest mine eyes
But thy fair face is all I see.
How my heart longeth for you,
In simple summer breezes
In which mine hair waves
I need thee still
To calm these precious tears.
Still thou art gone.
Gone from this life which we
Hold no truth to dear,
Gone from me and my waiting arms
But still thou liveth.
In my memory thou stayest,
In my dreams thou breath.
Soft words thou whispers
Cuts through mine soul
Wounds, too deep to heal,
Thy lips, the color of mine blood.
Soon, my love, we shall be together,
Soon.
I cannot go on any longer
This pour, selfish life that keepest us apart.
I will come to be with thee
And thou shalt be with me.
Together we shall stay.
Because I love thee.
Doest thou lovest me?
How I miss thee!
Doest thou mist me?
It shant be long, mine love
It shant be long, till
In thine arms I am foundeth.
TIAAN ANDRE WESTENBERG