Ah, Love; am still cold to you then?
She can mould me into her perfect man;
But shall I always be the same, indeed,
But my Conscience brings me together,
With you to kiss upon my lips, this life rewarded;
Only to tell you how much I love you,
That I cannot spare you to the world of evil,
And head drooping thine, am only thy protector,
My heart weeping, you told me once you my saviour are,
More than what meets the eye, for this ignorance killed;
All men yearn to be strong; but never die alone,
Let us read together, only your favourite for mine too;
Brave this night, for only tonight may ever be our last.