But a pleasant tragedy
And limerance galore
Benefited by onlookers many
Yet always yearning for more

Die for the one you adore
Over and over
Name them the matriarch
, of your very core
Tie them close and hold them, forevermore

Hurl yourself into the sea
Unfurl all of your walls
Ram yourself into the rocks
Till sirens pull you free

Most of all, a gentle ache
Eagerly giving pain for the sake of another, is what loving means to me.