The skin that be your outer sheath,
The loving heart that beats beneath;
In fact even the very air that you breathe,
Akin to beauty like a flower's wreath.
My words are yours and yours alone;
I will it not that they be shown -
To seeing eyes other than your own,
For then my pledge to you be known.
My nights are long as always,
Contemplating on past spent days.
'pon vague images amidst the haze,
I cry your name lest my sanity fades.
Our paths they met for times bittersweet,
But Providence be praised we could ever meet.
Through wind and rain, sun and sleet,
I'll remember till we bow at the Lord's feet.