Your Love makes Me Stronger

On a lakeside, under a willowy tree do I sit.
In the beautiful moon light, I feel like crying.
I can see my beloved’s body floating of the surface, dead.
I myself am bloody.
A great & terrible shriek I hear coming from the distant mountains.
My attacker & killer of my beloved calls his minions.
I can see shadows moving o’er the land.
The tree’s leaves move, & I can see the moonlight stream in.
I cry my bitter tears & my safety & my beloved’s fate.
“Why, god, why not me?” I scream to the heavens.
But I know the answer.
“Because your life was meant to be hard,” says the voice.
“Hard so that you could change the world.”
& so I shall; I shall change the world with my bitter tears, my love, my hardened resolve.
For not even death can withstand love.