In an age once, when two lives free have become one,
where diff’rent paths cease and a single road began,
two hands clasped in faith, of hope full, with wisdom none.
Only a breath of the Spirit, whose fire has come.
Forged, shaped their hearts in the crucible of passion,
united their souls in the death of boastful pride.
Two spirits destined to the heavenly mansion,
with bodies gone, wearied from life’s merciless ride.
Eternal joy after years of endless sorrow.
This only the happiness we will gladly bear.
Our faces’ smiles lit in perpetual tomorrow,
psalms of divine praises sung in paradise there.
Yet yearn, crave do we our mortal flesh to satiate,
to taste the bitter sweetness that begets no love.
Empty laughs and embraces, cannot trust create,
love without a friend’s tears, without a martyr’s blood.
Must we now two lives sever for a moment’s bliss,
to discard then the souls to us joined in the Cross?
Do we now welcome the dark power of death’s kiss,
killing the Spirit’s flame, its dying embers lost?
A love that does not suffer, cannot be happy,
a love that takes only its own, reaps only tears.
For a love that gives all, will receive all glory;
when love ends, only madness in agony’s years.