A flower of wondrous beauty blossomed
On the fig tree that once withered,
A tiny sprout of faith has sprouted
To gaze and drink in the beauty.
Death will bow down before Love.
Remember, we are called to free will.
And so our tears burn our faces with salt.
The kiss of a lover is beyond earthly rewards.
And heavenly rewards to be compared,
To be united with the spirit in bliss.
The greatest of all possible blessings.
Death will bow down before Love.
Remember, we are called to free will.
And so our tears burn our faces with salt.
