Alas Love, my love, fare thee well
May your existence feign of happiness
Live life large to the extensity of its fullest
Since its yours, you have nothing to spare
Hence at its end thee will have to forfeit death
Shall you not feel any sentiments of despair
Shame, regret, pity needn’t you to bear
Grant a deed to thy own self
Do bestow upon yours a lady belle
Whom bears the title of true maiden fair
That will bathe thee with love and cherish thee with care
But I will hold regret
Water will be shed
The tears will ache
The eyes will bled
Until the day I stop the pain
I’ll cry you a river
And wait for your turn
To cry me an ocean