As I now ponder through the many years
I sift regrets as if to deal with cards
To gift importance when it warrants tears
And continue the reeling of my shards.
Until her face became my eye and mind
Of sunlight hair and grin unmistaken
Could I forget? Is love in death a kind -
Of past that time will see her soul taken?
No! I let my pain be witness of truth:
A love that were is still a love to be;
My eye be old yet mirror her youth
Reflective moments is when I best see.
For life was vowed and life do I still give
If not I die for death does not relive!