And thus she went Leaving behind her the many kind words And lingering hopes that make all good things seamless, But which fade like her perfume in places she slept.
When I saw her face disappear Behind mirroring train reflections I saw those who stared when we waved Caught in the crossfire of our connection.
They should know, as all should, how Our iron-clad love is feather armour Marking a true knight of the cloth The world's spasms worn about our backs with many gold brooches.
Such it is to be anointed, to filter all out With your inestimable standards Held high for those to see How much she loves me.