Its true the heart is immortal

My love wears a cape of roman royal purple

Claiming history like any other king or queen

Deemed to bear a jeweled crown coated in a golden sheen

No rolling deserts of golden sand

Or white caped mountains are taller than I stand

I am here in the meadow of idolization and reverence

Yearning your love reach mine in equivalence

Across oceans and an infinity of seas

I would sail with fate in mind to appease

Fight against ever feeling lost love hollowness

Riding in a chariot lead by the horses of the apocalypse

For a love as strong and tender as mine

Would surely bring on the ending of time