Should I dare to love forever when lovers must die?

Would I survive death to prove love does not expire?

Can I live with the heat radiated by a delusional miss

Breathe within her heartbeats and lips that are her lips?

Will you not promise to hold my hands, both already thine?

Then perhaps you will let me inside thy life, making it mine?

Could I give up in vain, a passionate flame to the bitter end

Shan’t we ever awake arm in arm next to each other on end?

The Girl From Ipanema.