Thou art love,
If thy lovers name,
Beholds the fate to twice proclaim.

Dwindling days till the end of time
Moon cast over the mountains sublime
Waves turn on heat, movement a glow
Turning away, we must separately go
In fear of the lips, hiding for days
Doubt in my soul, your face is a haze
Freedom we reach or lonesome we go
For a dance of the butterflies dying in cold.