A thousand years, could never erase,
A single memory, of her angelic face.
A thousand nights, could ever phase,
A single moment, of a suns great rays.
A thousand lifetimes could pass by,
Never aging to decay beauty's thigh.
A thousand hearts could never play,
A rhythm of love equal to a first day.
If a thousand armies were to enslave;
To hold captive a single beating heart.
To bury me among a thousand graves;
She'd be free, to fly away, as we part.
Glamour, a thousand thousands wide;
Tempt me not, from her glorious side.