Paroxysms of sickening despair
With shadows overlap the sunlight’s gaze,
And while I wait in anguish for somewhere
I long for tender hearts and love’s embrace.
Could any beauty venture to contrast
Its shallow self with genuine concern?
I wonder who mistakes it for what lasts
And never stops to seek wisdom and learn
Come with me to eternity, my love,
And we shall walk the dream that fills our minds.
With love and grace that’s softer than a dove,
Our lives themselves will on a day unwind.

For we will wish for someday nothing more,

And life will seem much simpler than before.