Once upon a time, here and now,
lived the king reigned the ruins of time.
Roaming in the halls, haunted by memories,
Of tomorrows when you love him.
Laughing languid over requited love,
Hearing harpsichords keeping rhythm to the hearts beats
Dying to the fact that you dont love,
And not that space time grows old.
Sings the chorus, the songs of life,
What is heard is only the sounds of death.
The living celebrating the spirit of life,
But the dead in heart celebrates the soul of living.
Why do I love thee? And why not thou love me?
Were never asked question thank God, I dost
For the opportunity to love thee. Lest a moment
Would have been here when I loved not thee.
Said the dead King swore on his womb.
Writ on his tomb that a fool he was,
By a world celebrating his demise,
but in your love, did he abscise.