Oh that hour of ecstasy,
Two hearts did enchant.
Burning madness
Overwhelming passion
A vast lover's ocean of fire.
She said unto him,
"Take upon my heart
For keeping,
And comfort me darling
In my days of weeping."
And he did.
But thus lovers fate
Suggest foreboding.
Once she did not return.
And her lover was overtaken by grief.
Words of the dead conflicting him.
Unsure and melancholy
He disappeared.
No one really knows,
They say he locked himself up
And away from life.
Misery was the drug
Of which he never restrained.
But I can see him laying there,
Thoughts of his precious lover
Running though that tired mind.
And buried deep within,
He has still kept her heart
Just like she said.
And he'll never give in.
Some people won't understand this.