Ēstoire

With Gold you didn't think of enough,
You had diamonds laying on the floor,
You couldn't give a f*ck to it's preciousness,
Her majesty is just a whore to you,
Your soul had disgust and only had thoughts of world in it,
Where she put her hand to God, begging at paradise to have you in it.
When you see your love as a possession it'll wear you down one day,
You wouldn't feel the same anymore.
Love is not a possession, it's a part of you, and you don't even own yourself, God do.
How can you question the creation of a blessing by God?
Abuse, intolerant and then be a bigot?
To only have her grace, I'd follow her every single trace,
Leave this world behind, even go as far as chasing afterlife.
You wouldn't understand the worth of her,
You'll always be a shame.
Because of her God smiled,
Love itself didn't have the guts to match her height,
She's never one in a million or a billion,
She's the only one.
Only one i love,
Only one I'll shed a tear for, as I leave the world.