In this world of woe, I now am shackled,
Your love makes me at once the happiest and unhappiest of men,
What tearful longings for you, now and again.
Do not ponder the question of my salvation,
As my thoughts go out to you from this dungeon,
Parade not the mask of your pain,
Do not let your spirit wane, do refrain.
My darling,
Await my return, I beseech you,
Until then, I hope to give you everything that remains,
Abide in this heart, carved only for you – forever my true.
Always and forevermore, I love you.
The Emo
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