When I am dead, my dearest
Crying and weary thoughts will not be your name
Joyful, triumphant remembrances
No longer visual, physically
But my love is forever endless

Forever faithful and true
You kept the intentions of our vowels
A legacy of passion withering not
Though widows ensue, you are never forgotten
Through night and day, life and death

Generations craving for the intensity of the past
Striving for a previous form of existence
Never quite found in laboring efforts
A more obsolete form of the truth rooted in peace

When I am dead, my dearest
Life shall not conclude
A new life springs forward
More delicate than the previous

Treading lightly for observation
You change nothing for clarity sake
Mindful of trials and tribulations
Anxious for nothing
Knowing you can only control so little
Yet willing to move forward

Thus is life…….
When I am dead, my dearest