Oh, my sweet lover, what have they done to you?
What have they done to mankind?
Look at your helpless body, how could I have known?
I can still smell the fresh grape of your skin, like hibiscus.

Give my lover sadness, and he shall turn it to joy.
Give him a broken heart, and he shall make it his companion, unbroken.
But never give my lover a woman, for he knows not what to do with her.
Honey cannot be compared to the way my lover tastes.
In my lover's eyes, you see a rainbow.

We were both stupid, drunk on love.
Oh, love is intoxicating!
I was left for dead, but you were taken by death.

What have you done to the children of Adam?
Neither do you partake from the fruit.
I was his *****, and he was my Gomorrah.
If being who I am was a sin, tell the sun not to shine on me.

Seize the air, cast away the moon.
But if you can't do that, then let us intoxicate in love.
If being who I am was an abomination, turn day to night and night to mid-day.
Turn water to blood and blood to tears.
Then banish my lover and me.

If this was heaven, then give me hell.
My lover is dead; I can still feel the hot rod placed between his legs.
I can feel his pain; I can hear his blood screaming.
I wish I could have saved you; I wish I could have defended you.

Being who I am, why was your manhood cut off?
Why are they fighting for God? Did God send them?
Judge not, lest you be judged.
If being who I am was a sin, then leave me for God, as they have left me for dead.

Neither you nor I are righteous enough to judge my sin.
If loving the same *** was an abomination, then cast me into the deepest part of hell.
That cannot stop me from loving my darling.
If ***** and Gomorrah were destroyed for this, then the whole world should be destroyed.

This is who we are; we did not ask for this.
Neither did my lover and I decide this fate.
It was planned in our mother's womb; it was analyzed before we were brought to this world.

Your corpse smells like fresh morning wine.
Your face is as white as snow; your skin is as tender as the day you were born.
You look more alive than dead.
Nobody was here to witness your funeral, but you never mind.

That smile that drove me crazy the first time I saw you, that same smile I saw now in your coffin.
Just tell me, how could you keep that smile?
I can still remember that lovely night at the club before we were ambushed.
You said if you were to die, you would die by me.
I wish I never forced you out.

What should I tell our unborn child, of a surrogate mother?
That I was the killer of their father?
This is who we shall be: a thousand in one, a hundred in one.
This funeral is perfect, just me and you.
Funeral like marriage, what if today was the D-day?
You smile a lot; are you really dead?

They say the dead can speak if we listen; they can hear us if we pour out our hearts.
Just know you are only six feet away from me.
Make sure you wait for me; never find another lover.
Prepare a place for us; I might come very soon.
By then, we shall live to separate no more.
Rest, my darling; fresh rose flowers are coming tomorrow.