Truly he was mine,
He held me in his arms,
We laughed and together we stayed,
But nothing last forever,

That I could not see,
He truly seemed happy,
But in a better play,
He had to be,

It's true I found him dead,
Golden arts still claimed by his hair,
But he left the waters calm,
He left his charming character,

Who would be left to put a birds song to shame,
Who would show me their wonderland,
The waters claim instead of raging,
My dearest was in a endless sleep,

There would be no need to throw flower petals in the air,
There was no need to mention fairy lights being huge everywhere,
How I wished for you to hold me,
Close all night,

But your warmth was replaced,
By disfunction,
No delight,

I always knew he overworked,
That he could not see,
But he worked harder,
He refused to listen to me,

A bottle of scout would be fine,
But regret is not the truth,
I'll admire him from below,
For nothing charming is ever lose,

"For even in pain he is a true beauty"