O, my love, across the seas of strife and flame,
I call to you, though fate has bound us in blame.
The world may whisper tales of my stolen face,
Yet in your arms alone I find my sacred place.

Through storms of war, through shadows of desire,
My heart, unyielding, burns with endless fire.
Not kingdoms, not crowns, nor gold can sway my soul,
For you, my beloved, make me perfectly whole.

If gods decree that oceans must divide,
Still in my dreams, I am ever by your side.
And though the world may crumble, and empires fall,
Your love remains my beacon, my all in all.