She treateth me right
Unlike any other's....

An angel of light
A best friend and lover.  

She showeth me new
Wherein all seemeth old,

She sticketh by mine side
In mine hellish cell-hold...

For tis shes gold
I'm her silver.....

I am old
She's just a bit younger...

Though both essences
of long ago places

We cometh as we chooseth
To bypass hating faces....

We art us
Noone shalt copy...

Let the jealous
be jealous

We're just us
A happy stellar palace...

For we kneweth this long ago
We're not of this place...