My lovely, Product so pure and naive. This devil. Prostrates on bended knee. When sin compounds and make that ominous sound for it portends a dark end that speaks so profound. My beautiful friend, this so called life is a cure to make pure all of my inner strife. Take your visions of love and send me above. I am a coward who takes a vaunted view, of our lives and contrives a perfect rendezvous. My always, I wounded you, if perchance to open a perfect inner view. There is no method which, can sew my wound with stitch. I'll spend a lifetime trying, to keep myself from dying. Soothing myself with thoughts, that contend with my faults. My dearest, should we come to an end as word and deed portend find me in the next life one where you'll again be my wife and we'll find what we left behind was another wonderful dream. This is the song of my heart, this is the music made of my love. This is the man I was meant to be. This is the end of what never should. Hello or goodbye, I can't tear you out. I will be, close or afar, forever loving you.