I learned to love, but with a love that's past
It clang onto the ruins of beauty
And made a kingdom out of it at last
Yet time took its king, as is her duty  

T'all was nothing but an allegory
From which the object lost and bound to grief
Had to live but with the thought of glory
And give her heart to that in blind belief

But could love bear inconsistency?
Passion would not change herself for time or hour
It will not know of ruin or atrophy
For it blooms where nostalgia's raised in power

Let all who love build up these ruins once more
And see the glory that they've been loving for