In this moment,
I foresaw of a century spent with you in a white suit
Where we will eternally be two feral roses detached from our root
You\'ll burst a hole through my chest with purpose of docking here
Don\'t deny me these words,
for with three words you\'ll purge all fear
My Love, by my grave,
I\'ll relinquish the cancerous sin in me
And aspire to be intertwined on a April current towards infinity
Escaping to a shore which would liberate us to our new chapter
Soon you\'ll understand that I\'ve been working towards that ever after
Embodied in one entity and dissolved into the only evening star in a lonesome sky
Plague will implode and dissemble the bodies of you and I
But I will bless life unto thee with the sigh from a divine decree
That I swear an oath to gaze up towards thee while on one knee
To have and to hold, though a disease may take course through my entrails
Causing my vessel to fume but do not grieve for the severance of this tale
For I foresaw of this novel festering in an incubator on the moon
If not on this plane of existence then our paths will intersect in a century soon
Conceiving a newborn armada for our coalescence that this planet may sever
But our chronicle will lap infinitely in this Garden of Even that we\'ve created together
The grave may find me a hollow shell of the martyr now withdrawn from me
But in this moment,
I foresaw of a century spent with
the only person I\'d rather it be.