As I have aged, her grave appears as new Instilled in time, with time that stole her youth Belaying 'neath the cruelest mire, death knew To stain the satin dress that dawned love's truth. When winds do swift away my oldest breaths And I rejoin my love in lasting sleep Will I by spirit - in it's soulful depths Recast hereby my angel of the deep? If not, let worms leave that of love and mine, By her my love did know and there shall dust And let the ashes draw her name to line The nothing that awaits my ardent rust.
To when the grey becomes my coldest stone Beside or with, her love's my ever known.