Future
A grip on my hand
A lovely demand
A gaze of her eyes
Wish upon no moments demise
Holing her tenderly, softly
The punishment perhaps costly
Being worth the trouble, the pain, the sorrow
So I can see that lovely face tomorrow
If I cant see her, have her, know her be with her
Then simply slay me now, into the coffin I slither
Bury me with my love, so that my joy is fulfilled
Despite that what it took to get there was for me to be killed
But I will have her in my mortal life, forever if not now, then later
I dont care what it takes until I get to date her
Then love her, hold her, make her my bride
If time be unwilling, let her be my pride
Nothing more to live for then her soft and warm heart to be held
Then within these words, let me know that I'm skilled
Enough so to win the heart of perfection
This is the most painful and tedioud section
Of which I must wait, but oh well, I will
For I love her, until time then stands still