Were I imparted with a hundred lives
To fabricate and flourish as I wish,
To see my every darkest dreaming thrive
And clamber, time and time, from death’s abyss.
Were I to stare into the fading sun
And watch it signal for the end of days,
My steady heart would not become undone
But rather, more than ever, set ablaze.
Yet I was granted but a single life,
A solitary story to unfold;
And I have sought a treasure worth my strife,
A bounty in excess of common gold.
Were I accorded all of heaven’s charms,
I’d spurn the last to hold you in my arms.