I Believe What I Hold

How long has it been? Since that first meeting we had under Epsilon’s tree. You may had been young, But you were still beautiful— And nothing can take that from me.

I’m sorry about everything I did, But this won’t be the last act I make— Protecting you was my purpose, And watching you is my punishment.

For what is life without love, And you by my side? This will be the last words I speak As I pass through my dream Into that wonderful vision of your eyes.

I think I know too much, Or I dabble on this moment far too long. Does it matter? That I love you, And talk about it— Now I can hardly move, For I have everything in you.