Lips spread up to miles
Your voice your glance
Taught me how to romance
So soft was your touch
Even feathers are not such
You were like a bathed rose
Merrier than a poet's prose
Your beauty defines the word
Essence of heaven you flood
My sins are cured by your grace
Even the Gods sing your praise
I miss my reason to smile
Under sorrows' pile
I look for serenity
To bring me to reality
So harsh is my life
Every moment is a strife
The world's dead and rots
Uglier than a witch's thoughts
It's all dark and dreary
Perhaps hell is more merry
And I'm alive for as long
As your memories croon a song
