our love i feel is an ancient love from a smaller world of greater ideal a love so touched by the stars above never to fall so as to become so real
our love i feel is an ancient love an unspoken word of a long lost tongue flies on the wing of an immortalised dove to transcribe in dreams and nightly song
yet this night is upon, this night is cold and sleep she refuses my welcome plea this ancient love a story no longer told white winged doves carry my angel free now what is left, what is there of me bereft of meaning, vanquished by decree yet i will treasure each harbored memory consigned to sail our love through history