'Tis truly Thee that reasons my heart to continue.
'Tis Thee and the Silver Moon that hangs over the Crystal Sea.
I have bled for loss,
And I have wept for shame.
To find you,
and to hold you in mine arms....
That would be a reason,
A reason to shed tears
of endless Joy.
Ah, But I am waiting so impatient
through this season,
To finally release the love
for you that has grown,
for I have been building a Garden,
A Garden of Roses
Inside of my heart for you,
And only for you, M' Lady.
'Tis a Sweet Garden,
but the perfume in the air,
not quite as enchanting as your hair.
None may harm you here.
A Promise....
A Promise that you will be truly safe
inside my arms.
For my Love will Bloom
over this lifetime,
And many lifetimes to come.
'Twill Never wilt.
'T is truly Thee that reasons my Heart to continue.
'T is Thee and the Silver Moon that hangs over the Crystal Sea.
'T is only this that I may have to offer,
'T is only this that I may ask for in return,
For this Love,
This Love that was meant
To be.