You have been much more to many a progressively ailing heart, in the eloquence of whispered words - watch them alight on the pages of a poem.
What in the waving of waxing thought; words copiously flow in the effervescent glow of lilting rhyme - solitary images march the desert storm.
Amnesty provides no relief: no human deed can make amends, the speed of apologies fail to outrun the steam roller of resolute demeanour. Once the balm of intimating breath now asphyxiates tomorrow's hope.
Put forth in plain speech what now in riddles present then lay a poignant wreathe upon this wailing, bardic crypt. Underneath its gravestone, find wispy embers of yesterdays awaiting phoenix wings' climb.
Hence in its turn let generosity provide this grievous dagger a sheath to hide.