a light whisper in through the ear
nor a second shall pass before forgotten
at last tell me
have i gone mad
do i not bring pride to my dearest Poe
shall my words not seek a voice
oh the tirany i besic u
for i shall rather be blind for ever more
i stress to you
pay attention!
do u not taste my tears
i ask myself
why bother to save your soul
but i know the answer oh to well
your soul is my soul
my eternal love
how slowly u kill me
with no hesitation and with a look of joy
is it worth it to see the white rose die?