My Love

Please forgive me for what I am about to do;

Tell you the sunlight is more beautiful than you

I want to burn, and shrivel, and die

Dry up, with a sunray reflecting from my eye

A small sparkle of fire in my gaze

Will accompany me to an early grave

I want to die in more glory than I was born

I want the whole world to mourn

Me as I ascend up into the sky

On my journey, Sun, Moon, and Stars pass me by

I will become one with the Sun

So I can become one with the Moon

And I will kiss you every night

From my silver plated room