This is my life.
I deem it so...
My future may be unseen,
but it is mine
and it calls to me
like a siren to sailors of the sea...
This life,
it is chosen of me
and yet,
it chose of me.
Fire light and fair nights
of mischief
and loving,
oh, but if God had been but a man,
maybe he would have seen
what two lovers dare
to think,
to dream...
This is my life.
Our life.
I will it so,
that we may live it out
and
like a siren to a sailor call,
we may go to our deaths,
smiling...
Our hearts filled with a joy,
a song,
so rich with soul that
even the Lord may die to hear one last note...
Pity that a god may make,
but never could a god take
what sweet sorrow
and love
and hope
and death...
The knowledge that he may soon end
and his life
must be suitably lived...
For how else will he live on?
This life that I now live...
The one which I share...
The one which calls to me to my death...

I will live.