the day i doubt my mind in it's art
will be the moment my heart's sorrow starts
because it is wrong to unsee what i believe
i might as well put my heart under a cleave
with the force i pull myself away with
the muscle will split, remembered as a myth
so i give it to ye untemporal
for it would never be up for transferral
hold my hands as our souls dance
entered in an everlocked peculiar stance
not quite percieveable by others
yet not doubtable by another's
shant it fade for memories currently made
will spark a remeberance once again lovingly displayed
together we open a door
grasp this knob with my amour
i beg my love dont be scared
let no wandered truth be spared
with each other in this cordial epoch
we'll each within each other be in a lovelock
hold it, keep it, treasure it with force
for i will do the same to yours