Memory Of Love

First Of all; this is a total FIRST draft. Written to Primavera by Ludovico Einuadi while the mood took me.



Before I go tell me one thing,
what it is like to dance and sing,
for I will never know eternal bliss.
Crawl on my corpse and feel my skin.
It will be cold with a dead mans sin.
Forgive me desires, passions and heartache, l
ove me for me and not for a test.
Cry a thousand words, say I was good.
A wilted flower reeks of burned devil working.
Death until the day, day I am gone.
Rejoice in my words lover,
for soon I shall be a memory, breaking the frail dawn.