Oh softest feel upon my breath,
- My dearest one - I will not grieve,
For you I will have mastered death
And so my ancient lungs still breathe.

Such burning embers meant to blaze
Mustn’t be permit to falter
Until far past the end of days
When love is laid upon the altar.

If reading now and I am gone
Love, know within each soothing rhyme,
Through loving you I shall live on
Despite the binds of earthly time.