Strong as the Oak Tree

This is my dying wish, that where you are My accursed soul will float, my smile, my eyes, The sun, the stars, will brightly shine again, This life, the next, this sonnet, its small sound, So please accept this, will only be real As is believing, then it's safe to say, As your heartwarming soul shall have the truth, I love you more, enough to leave this life; If heaven is the next, enough to raise All hell, enough to write a thousand songs for you, And if that's not enough, this little song Will branch off into other little songs. Just give it time to, that way it grows, Just like my love for you, Strong as the Oak Tree.