If loving you is a sin, then I’ll be a sinner,
I can't look God in the eyes, Elysium turns away.

I will go down to hell, just to tell the demon,
Even though heaven turns from me, I still have an angel like you by my side.

And I’ll tell him once more: when I'm with you,
Hell will feel as beautiful as the sky.

Nothing can separate us, my love, not even destiny,
I shall love you still as we age side by side,
Through the passing years, with hearts open wide.

Did you know I was afraid when you uttered the words 'I love you'
But then I thought,
You love the ocean, yet fear its waves.
You adore the cold rain, yet open your umbrella to avoid its touch.

So on the day you said you loved me,
I was consumed by fear.
Because perhaps, those words might fade
once you see the scars I bear.

How could I ever write about our love?
How could I ever proclaim to the world your beauty,
In what kind of literature— a poem, a legend,
Or perhaps a short story? Yet, it's unclear,
For I know any of them would fall short,
Unable to convey how deeply I love you."