Francois A Gerber
When Love Kills!
Let me not be with the one I hate
Rather let me love thee, my lady
In thou eyes I lost my path
The journey to thou heart.
As for the morning glow
I'll take up a rose and let it grow
In the garden of love and peace
Our hands as one, indeed.
Have thou loved me, now and then?
As I take up my sword, I'll defend
Your body and thy smile
We must be apart, just a while.
Come now, angel of death
Take me up towards my love,
Now I'm smoking, crystal myth
I'll see you in heaven, my sweet, sweet dove.
In your hands, thou hold my ...