As the universe spins to a desolate end in the doldrums of destiny's sea...So should I accept being as reasonless as the firmament's futility...But here am I holding your hand...As often I've thirsted so often I tasted my fell of love's honey and wine...But in desperate drinking the savor of loving is lost and so never was mine...But here am I holding your cup...In a garmentless promise of nothing we stand with only the raiment of time...It is ours to endure or endear and end up embrancing whatever we find...And here am I holding your mind... . . .And here am I holding your mind... . . .As the universe spins to a desolate end in the doldrums of destiny's sea...So should I accept being as reasonless as the firmament's futility...It is ours to endure or ender and end up embrancing whatever we find...
