In this heart of hearts, in this land of fertile land, where is my heart buried? Thou art the dearest of loves, thou art the strongest of souls, in deed thou art a true valiant hero of all the whys and woe's in my mind I can see a beautiful essence of you, in my mind I can see a picture perfect you.
All alone in your house by the sea, all alone as empty as empty can be, so where did all the love go, from within your broken heart, where my chosen princess, did your flower bloom was it in the Vallie's of the tender winter's moon.
