Love Me till I Die
Something so beautiful and yet so fleeting as Love always is: a single rose, a silent adoration turned to frosty fields of snow. Wasn't it so nigh that the evenings knew no woe and the crystal air filled with passionate thoughts that only you can know? Something so heavenly and yet so transient as Love always is: a hue of gold, a tinge of pink blush upon the softly warn cheeks still blooming with Love's eternal flame; but stricken and soon to fall dead upon this bleeding heart. Wherefore dost thou taunt me with this mockery of Love when 'tis thy life that I do so yearn for? Wherefore dost thou haunt my dreams of broken memories so soon to fade as this here rose? Evanescent acquiescence: Love me till I die.