(Song title from “Aspects of Love” by Lloyd Webber, Black and Hart)

I’ve been on a journey of a lifetime with her,
She held my hand and I gripped hers,
My lips caressed her neck as with daylight she began to stir.

I’ve been on a journey of a lifetime with her,
She touched my *** and I loved hers,
I never now want to return to the way that things once were.

(Song title from “West Side Story” by Leonard Bernstein and Stephen Sondheim)

My heart is lighter than air,
For I have found a special heart,
An everlasting beating,
From which I’ll never part,
For I have a love that flows deep to my core.

Will you hold onto me?
Will feel the pulse drain from my body?
Will you be there at the end?

As I get colder,
And my skin and form look older,
And you feel my soul disappear,
Will you be right here?

Will you hold onto me?
Will feel the pulse drain from my body?
Will you be there at the end?

I hope that with this book,
I have at least cried my tears,
And maybe let go of the hurt,
I built up throughout the years,
And I think I understand,
That when it’s time to go,
I’ll be not afraid of leaving,
Just wonder where I’ll go.

I often imagine that those I lose are up there,
Decorating the night sky,
Each a twinkling star,
A burst of fragrant light,
But still I know that eternity is rare,
Cause even stars have a lifeline,
This never seems to be fair,
To give up your world in mortal form,
To leave these lands and be reborn,
As a twinkling star,
But not be seen for you’ve travelled too far.

It feels as though someone has a stopwatch,
One for every person on earth,
Waiting, trigger-happy, to kick you in the crotch,
Show you just what you’re worth,
This Father Time has control over when we come and go,
He can choose the moment and the how,
And allows us to proceed with knowledge we don’t know,
Just make it quick and end the pain somehow.

Looking into numb eyes,
Lifeless eyes of youth,
It’s wrong,
It’s shouldn’t happen,
Unimaginable pain,
Like shards of glass as falling rain,
Cutting deeper,
Cutting pieces away,
No parent should feel this way,
But fragments of their beating heart,
Just slowly trickle away.