He jested that he'd write a book whose tale Was "I forgot to cry" as twas mine thence For his love drying the endless tears' vain sense Oer losing Mum, my best friend, and prevail As bashert where I've never known to hail Aught soulmate; loved me more than life, to fence The twinkling hours with him in sheer defense, And aye, eclipsed my grief oer her, t'avail. Thus where Death called his lease, or ours as twere, His last speech mine, he prayed another'd do That for his Baby. Yet aught else is poor. I weep sans comfort, maddened while I rue Whatever sin brought our demise, or fer What took his life. Cuz I'll e'er love him too.
22Mar16b He said in closing [giving his full name]that he is mine affectionately forever in love for eternity.