My Darling

You have always had the talent with words that I did never posses,
And as I look on, I feel to you my love, there is really something I must confess:

My darling, leave the sun to be.
Along with the ocean, and the woods with all its little trees,
And then the stars and the moon.
Please don’t take down that large silver balloon.

I cannot bear to look on as you take the rest of your days with grief.
Just to follow through with my last request would provide me with a divine relief.
I beg for no more black, for it attracts far too many stares.
And let the doves fly free through the cool fall air.

Time must continue, even though we are now apart.
Find comfort in the soft ‘tick’ of the clocks, for it is quickly becoming a dying art.
Let this not be a mourning of loss, but celebrate my life.
Each day is now a new beginning. My love for you continues to be rife.

And finally, in this world there will always be love and good.
You just might not always find it where you think you should.
I cannot say it enough how much my love for you extends,
Except that it will continue on until the world’s bitter end.