The Poem
You would think as the memories fade,
That the pain dulls the way of a blade
After many a war and crusade
Till it fails that for which it was made
But I yearn for you all of the same..
And I hear your voice calling my name
In my soul you still burn like a flame.
And forever I’ll wish that you came..
For this love has been no small a feat;
So regal and rare and so sweet,
That if God’s plan is meant to be neat-
Then In Ether my dear we shall meet