something borrowed

Fare thee well, my own true love
Farewell for awhile...
I'm going away
But I'll be back
For I go ten thousand miles

Ten thousand miles, my own true love
Ten thousand miles or more
Though rocks may melt
And the seas may burn
If I should not return...

Oh don't you see that lonesome girl
Sitting on an Ivy tree
She's weeping for
Her own true love
As I shall weep for mine.

* * *

got this from friend jamie ruth's blog. i liked the way she writes. i would've browsed through a lot more of her writing (and borrowed more too haha) if only i had more time right now :p

10,000 miles. certainly feels that way to me. i'm just here.. and so is he.. but the distance is astronomical. *sigh*