I LIVE with him,
    On every dying day;
Until it's sundown,
    Calls Death's decay.

Only foreboding is the Love of mine,
    A divine right that he;
Painted the seas invisible,
    No marriage granted me.

I live with him,
    I stand alive today;
Behold the melancholy,
    Of our Death's decay.

Teach me the Time -
    That counts our days;
For our Love is endless,
    In a darkened maze.