Forgivith me Love,
Don't forgiveth me not,
For all the foul deeds I have done,
In the wars I have fought,
Many battles I've lost,
Although in the end I have won.
Your heart does lay,
At the end of the journey,
Bathed in it's own glorious light,
And it is for this,
With honor and glory,
That for which I do fight.
The darkness within,
Corrupts my life without,
And does only hurt those I love.
And I cannot live,
Without that care,
For you are my treasured, my dove.
So I ask you please,
Just wait for me,
To prove to thee,
My unrequited love.
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