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