Return my love, willingly
To the stars of whom bore-us;
How they’ll gleam most brilliantly,
Whence our ancestors chorus.
Green eyes that spur obsession,
Lips that I have kissed before
Here lies a feint depression,
Where you laid and will once-more.
Our hearts and souls liberate
The mundane world hence unlearned
Spirits joined to conflagrate;
To the stars we shall return.