My grave shall be ever so lonely without yours by its side, sweet darling one.
Might you not be tempted to offer your sweet life to the Gods above? Offer yourself ever more, in order to spend an eternity laid down by my bones, we can talk and laugh and hold hands for ever more, if you were to lie down in your emptied grave, this hollowed, vacant, gaping grave hole, the sacred place that my soul has reserved, solely for your own person...
Might you not be tempted to offer your sweet life to the Gods above? Offer yourself ever more, in order to spend an eternity laid down by my bones, we can talk and laugh and hold hands for ever more, if you were to lie down in your emptied grave, this hollowed, vacant, gaping grave hole, the sacred place that my soul has reserved, solely for your own person...
