Thou Thee I Loved

As I walked through the lane of thy heart,
Nothing else could I put into words,
Neither my ego or my pride could resist it,
Is this what they called love?
Saying that the metal have melted,
As thou thee I loved,

In the midst of nowhere cold covered by darkness,

Lay the matter of fact,
Of which gave sunlight to nowhere,
Veil of darkness finally uncovered,
Elm wood could finally see the light again,

Yards of candles light up the path,
On a bed of roses should thou laid,
Until hell freezes over...