On a vellum page

There's no fiction within love far as the feeling is comprised Don't know for certain, but it seems a true fairytale (surprised?) Wrapped in this cocoon, two notes pressed on a vellum page The finest to compose couldn't play our song; for a kings wage In keys, so somber you flow throughout my melodies A duet we are of the souls simple subliminal memories Every moment of you, I find in time is this, now so comforting When we meet in the next life, I hope you'll be my everything