You; the last and the best. You; creation's fairest, Why did you stray, linger on?
and though I could love again, the loss of you would never part from my soul, from my heart
The heavens darken, rains pour Nature is shocked to a standstill for the man who loved woman more
You; the grace and the charm. You; the aim to disarm Did the evil taste sweet?
Better I know, where you lead I'll follow I'd follow you to hell's gate.
Perfect beings confounded Buttresses fall to the floor The high spire on paradise crumbles for that man who loved woman more.
You; my life. You; my love. Made of man, of my own flesh, to sate my own loneliness
Though the garden it grows, girl, its beauty we'll know on a page or in a thought
I knew that I needed a miracle to do what I wanted to do Every second was miserable if the second was spent without you More from If All Else Fails