I beg of you to cherish it;
For once, it was all mine.
Nourished, and had it broken;
In a thousand years of time.
Surviving on hope, but faith that filled my sail;
Across a raging sea of emotion, endured, to prolong this tale.
Now the knowledge that I covet, at a time, can I only pass to one;
With infinite possibilities, of escape, I know of none.
Of this that I speak, believed you knew all along;
It is again that I implore you, for I can see that yours is strong.