If for you, my love should die would not Angels cry in heaven.
Sweet songs of birds be heard no more when sun heralds the dawn.
The waves would cease the shore to kiss with every tides embrace.
And flowers in bloom bow down their heads as if in sadness mourn.

The wind once mighty oaks did bend now but a whisper sighs.
Storm clouds drained of fury weep that raged on earth subsides.
Rivers fail the sea to greet ice and snows refuse to thaw.
Nature’s purpose in time suspended while all creation cries.

Could I then for you, my love deny and hasten forth such sorrow.
Then would surely I this universe reject and to dust return once more.
Fear not true heart for death shall conquer not this mortal soul.
Entwined our many lives to come for all eternity shall endure.