Recall the gentile way you gazed upon the beggar

The things one could acknowledge with a mere glance

Those were times of great importance

So many thoughts shared with no words involved

How tenderly thou cherished me

Like a precious gift

With your depart sorrow is all I have become

Luna you truly became an undying reverie of mine

Should hatred merge us in utter torment

Once again lie to these frail senses of our glorious

Romance

Shall we embrace passion in a last waltz