setsuna

oh setsuna what hath thy done?
stealing a a poor man's heart,
till it doth belong to one.
knowing the depth of love from the start,
how can this dreamlike state be true?
all i see and know is you.
you are like the autumn wind blowing,
cool, refreshing, a sight for sore eyes,
the sting of your love still glowing
hot on my cheek, the tear in my eye.
how will life continue on
now that my heart is gone,
it was given away to only one
but dear god what hath i done,
please come back to what was left,
what was forsaken for another mans breath
he will never have what we posess
the love thats as fitting as a dress
hear now my beck and call
and if love still lives in thy heart
be not afraid to fall
right back into the arms spread apart,
right back to my poor broken heart.