This love is of hope for the coming day
When we will meet and share our lives,
Your soul is mine,
My soul is yours,
We live as one,
Love will thrive.
For you are made of my own mind,
And I have made you what you are,
But soon another I must find,
For you are not a flesh of mine.
My mind created you so I may,
Have found reason to keep my life.
And thus the sorrow that I feel,
Is for you who are lost,
In Loves dark blight.
Though I will love you till the day,
My death is come,
And I will stay,
In hell, or above where the angels sing,
Your sin is due cause me grief.
But though the sky will call my sins,
I love you till the very end.