I looked up into your eyes,
And I saw the heavens
And the earth. And lo,
I had erected a stone for you.
A tombstone at each of
These places, places
We had been together,
Places of sea and heather.
For you just left
On a fine day in May.
The wreath upon your grave;
Abundant flowers in a field
And the brightest stars
Adorning the heavens.
Also the tiny shell
Lying next to the pebble
That you had given to me,
Still in the pocket of the jacket I wore.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC
I looked up into your eyes,
And I saw the heavens
And the earth. And lo,
I had erected a stone for you.
A tombstone at each of
These places, places
We had been together,
Places of sea and heather.
For you just left
On a fine day in May.
The wreath upon your grave;
Abundant flowers in a field
And the brightest stars
Adorning the heavens.
Also the tiny shell
Lying next to the pebble
That you had given to me,
Still in the pocket of the jacket I wore.
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