I am made of memories, I say,
They won't ever go away,
Of when I could finally understand
That I would love him until the very end.

When he was a prince and I was not
I did not love him then,
He had it all and I was lost again;
How foolish is that thought,
Denial is in vain,
I was what he had always sought
And he cured my pain.

When he was my closest friend,
Did I love him then?
Ocean waves and climbing trees,
Knowing I would never leave,
Sharing secrets, sharing beds,
For the first time I found happiness.

When I kissed him in a sunset,
I did love him then;
And with every word he said,
On a mountain, in a bed,
Under a million silver stars
We both knew that it would last.

When I followed him across the sea,
I did love him then;
I'd search for him from shore to shore
To be with him again;
And hand in hand into the war,
As long and him and I could be
I didn't care what killing meant,
Because I didn't want to leave.

When he was soaked in enemy blood,
I did love him then;
He brought death like a summer flood,
But doom was told by prophecy,
There would be no victory -
The ancient Gods foretold his death,
But his smile still took my breath.

When I was killed by a spear through the heart,
I still loved him then;
I tried to be strong too, and fight
But I was torn apart;
His fury was the brightest light,
He made killing its own art,
But all he wanted was to die
And join me in the dark.

And even now that I am dead
My souls still sings of love instead;
I will love him for centuries,
I say, I am made of memories.

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