Pluck the heartstrings
Make them cry your name
I shall sing song of your time,
Your time with me
I could hold you for entirety
Whilst combing you fair
A beauty of charm
A beautiful face
I've heard the stars in the evening
They are jealous
But do not fear of their hate
I love you, I do
My heart will be yours
Only yours
Yet you shall not be mine
For that is my fate
