Love (pyramus and thisbe)

I remember the dawn of words and loving ears We must not part at dusk for it kept you waiting here The more the flame is covered up the hotter it burns and so we slipped away But it lead to our one urn And now deep red berries that were once snow white grow between our ashes As we escape into the night I too can be brave I too can love Let me take this knife covered in your blood Drive it into the heart of mine death closes your eyes But it will not part us from where you lay