The need to tell-- is bearing
My Love for him is too grand;
Heart, Mind, Body, and Soul --
Takes up every bit of Sand!  

Time and Time again we - Talk -
Sitting under the cool Rain;
Hand in Hand we are -
My Heart tried to speak again!

He will never know- my touch-
Nor of my - Mentality
-But he will know me;
Yes! By Immortality -

The Hour Glass stopped for - him
But it had not stopped for - I -
My love! still grows - on
But for --Death I must -- abide!  

My need to tell is bearing!
He is my Heart and Soul -
He sits six feet under;
But yet my Heart gives him all.