Let that star explode and scatter
In the dark and hollow sky.
It will bear love’s name, yet matter—
Love, like all, must fade and die.

But one day, a spark will glisten,
Echoed deep within the heart.
And the soul will wake and listen,
Torn from sleep, to never part.

Dreams will rise, though scorched and broken,
In a heart once burned before.
Yet let’s not forget this token:
Only one love lasts evermore.