Every year I make my way to the cemetery
Our journals of love i go treasure
Three years has passed since my lover's death
On her own, she stole my breath
Shadows around me move on their own
I see a face of a sacred stone
My darling angel where are you now
To live this kind of life i dont know how
Six centuries has turned into six feet
The feeling once felt was incomplete
I hang my head to weep at our separation
To fully experience what is called desperation
As I hang my head I dont know why
I feel eyes staring at me as i cry
When will this winter season pass my heart?
I know it is when we are not apart.
