If we are created,
For such of reasons,
I believe your reason,
If so I could truly have a Godsent.
If everything created,
By our Lord's majestic hands,
Is to die for reason,
It is so that we know how to feel sorrow.
If fate is in such a way,
That all those around,
Have to go through with your fate as well,
Then if I lose you,
It seems I would die nothing but empy,
When the death of you,
Could be the reasons of my true success.
If I have won over your love,
No one will go to war with me,
For the battle has been fought,
And there is either life and love,
Or death and sorrow,
Choose your battle carefully,
But make sure you win.