Till I bow down to the last King of England,
And toast the sword of Monte Cristo;
From the thousand Isles of far east islands,
I will sail this love wherever i go.
Till the tides of season comes to end,
and the throne of men fall;
Till the world rise on judgement,
With this love I conquered 'em all.
Till the life's journey dim in surface
I Moved mountains and embraced;
Till all humors of war come endure,
I will be you knight and shining armour.
Till this eyes come to endless sleep,
And your beauty fades in grave;
Till my last breath and words to fall
I will be wherever my love go!
-- Post From My iPhone
