Hair as brilliant as gold
Eyes the colour of forget-me-nots...

Mourning sages permeate the air
And breaketh our most fearsome fears...

I've been to hell
And here I am...

I feel bubbly
Oh so light and airy...

When you left me
I felt so dead...

You'll never learn to love
If you don't take the chance...

I was a rose
You were a thorn...

In the end everyone leaves
Perhaps to save from heartbreak...

Hair of black mother-of-pearl
Lips of ruby red...

In one thousand years or so
I know I'll be vulnerable...

Time goes around
Affecting the unprotected...

You must have known what I did
And known where I stood...