To let go my heart
A bejeweled tear
A lonely scar
Was asked I to bequeath my heart
To give it for a land afar
The gentle touch on my brow
The warm glow in my heart
For giving was noble, a passion for the rich heart
But a trouble for this lonely heart
To ask away a love
Giving the memory of a kiss ajar
Had asked the empire only pith
Given I would have a pound of my heart
For what did flesh matter
In a game of heart
So, I gave away my life my heart
My only love
My beautiful Rebecca
There was no God, no mighty angel
Had there been a Cain and also Abel
The green eyes that consumed the scar
But love was beautiful
And stood pious
But return shall ye
Answering the call
My beloved, my par
Because beneath your beautiful
Lies my heart, beating in you
The purple dusk of twilight time
Will steal across the meadow of my heart
And will always remind you that we are apart.
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