Analysis of Repetition of a Heartbeat

Let me love you, til the very end,
til Heaven is gone and time is spent
creating a book of memory with daisies and flowers,
while fates tempt us, with tempting desire.
And let me love you til our day is done,
by then, all sweet words in this world are young.
Sitting here and watching the two doves play,
moments like this lock our heart in place.
So let me love you with this love I know,
till season stop changing and days grow old,
till my last dying breath meets the end of time,
our day will forever filled with childish rhyme.
And even if loving you bring a certain pain,
I rather love you, then to never love again.