Genuinely, intensely and consistenly

Mine is this sad soul,
For my head is spinning
As the spring takes control
To a very new beginning.

Should the fairytale continue
Would you, my muse, survive?
I swear I will be brave for you
As long as my heart's alive.

The Moon will be my witness
And the Sun will be my guide,
Through the upcoming sadness,
My heart and brain shall divide.

No one will ever be able
To seek that entire happiness
That made my knees tremble,
As you begun this game of chess.