O' Crimson Love, My Crimson Love

O Crimson Love, my Crimson Love
That flows out of the spring,
Fly free, fly fast my crimson dove
Over rose and thorn of life’s sting.
Fly free from folds that hold you down;
Flee, flee from wanton life’s embrace.
Let me caress you with the ground,
Let me bring warmth to your still face.
Our love here and now cannot last
For mortal ties are bonds to break.
Yet, we’ll gain the future and past
For what is the sea to a lake?
O Crimson Love, my Crimson Love,
Though I rest near your cadaver,
Know that I will follow, my dove,
Know that I will follow after.