Why is your love built like a Jenga tower?
Why does it fall when my perfection cowers?
I'm just a stain in time,
crafting the best of Prometheus' crime:
his fire, his wisdom, his immortal life,
this and more to make you my wife.

Why wouldn't I?
Why wouldn't I try?
I always hated goodbyes,
so i'll say hello in the sun,
and i'll smile, even if your answer leaves me stunned.