My fondest farewell
is the death of love.
My fondest name
lost in the stillness of sorrow.
To sigh
is giving up power.
To weep
is giving depth to my pain.
My fondest farewell
is the expiring of my tears.
My fondest farewell
is my lips of passion becoming cold?
To sigh
is allowing the pangs of his touch live again.
To weep
is never sleeping or forgetting what I must live without~ now n forever.
My fondest farewell
is complying me to dare life without him.
My fondest farewell
is freedom from Hell.
To sigh
is now with hope.
To weep,
Well, I weep no more for false love.