As I now ponder through the many years
I sift regrets as if to deal with cards
To gift importance when it warrants tears
And continue reeling old and lost shards.
Until her face became my eye and mind
Of sunlight hair and grin unmistaken
Could I forget? Is love in death a kind -
Of past that time will see our love taken?
No! Let my pain be witness of this truth:
A love that were is still a love to be;
My eye be old yet mirror her youth;
Reflective moments is when I best see.
For life was vowed and life do I still give
If not I never loved nor did I live.
