This elegy of death and despair,
of horror and tears,
and my broken and deepest fears,
but your light shines through,
like a beacon of hope,
and someday I wish to find,
the shores upon which the light you shine,
and one day make you mine.

But your light shines now, on another shore,
and he should not take for granted,
the time he spends with you each day,
week, month, and year.

Lucky are you who holds her hand,
her heart, and her body,
whos lips touch hers in a loving embrace,
you have a great gift that you should cherish.

As the river of time flows,
and the sands in the hourglass fall,
know that my love for you will stand,
wether it is shared or not.

Take this as what you will,
as the words of someone in love,
or as simply a fools tongue.