An arduous trial of will,
common foe and familiar friends
doesn’t it all seem a little fantastical?
Either singularly insane or among us both
fire-breathing beasts of envy and hate:
gallant heroes who hold no flame; the
honor of my heart is yours.
In lieu of a great declaration
just my words will speak my truth
keep me in mind when you stray from home:
let my affection keep your head from the clouds.
May I ask but one favor?
Never tell another the same words that were mine
offer her your heart as you have me,
present her with your adoration.
Quell in your own heart that doubt you feel
relinquish your stubborn inhibitions;
sever with kindness the hurt of your past
tell now: can you do that for me?
Under extreme duress I dare do say
violence of my conscience is
where I release you; the rot of our love is but a note on a
yet I cannot ask continuation of you; I will not give
zirconia in the place of love’s diamonds.