O' Mine heart owned, beloved thee,
Altar can't undo written guile gospel,
Our fate cursed with unfair end
and counterfeit's bait — of an ungrateful
shitstorm of feigned prophecy
that apprehend, punish and crucifixion fable of us!

O' mine heart own beloved thee,
Before religious ills ought to crucify us,
"take pity on time that we have left
to chase each other's body,
And let dwellers be our wild nights
of pinnacle — depth — confluence of us!

O' beloved thee,
If I were Juliet and ye romeo,
If I were vow and ye my covenant,
If I were sacrament and ye my redeemer,
If I were blessed and ye sanctified,
If I were women and ye men,
Betrothed glee of life with ye,
loving ye and dying by thy side
wouldn't be considered sinned.
Yet, It united our families in grief
and us in unprejudiced realm of eden!