When the sun flits behind the horizon of your heart;
Its pallid afterglow blazing into the sky;
Read these words, and know that I loved you.
No other was ever of such fine creation;
I loved your every fleeting emotion.
I loved the changes in your aging face,
And the sorrows of your slowing pace.
I loved the shattering light of your feeling.
And your great, heaving sighs, your breathing.
I loved you with a love that time cannot deny.
Know that I still love you, slowly as you die.