I have weathered the shores of infinite pain and loss
Where Death had stood dressed like an admiral,
Beckoning me forward with a whisper so sweet;
The sickly taste of my defiance had not given way.
The great booms of the guns, the frightening wails sang above,
A million souls torn and shattered through war:
I should have shivered and sunk under the quivering sun
But your will stood taller in me than vices and virtues.
That unfathomable depth of our love should carry me,
When I had believed in no saviors, I believed in you.

And now, after the racking blows have been done,
I stand at the foot of this hospice bed
Knowing that war had been no struggle, to losing you.
To hold, and to look to so fondly at dying light,
I have blinded myself, to see with blinding sight.
You told me to forget, that I should live and let die
As morphine running through your veins had left you numb,
But I could not believe that there was no way to fight,
And I didn't believe them when they told me
That there was no saving you.

This Love is a price that I cannot afford
A million moments left undone is unpayable debt that I owe,
but I have had the world enough, seeing life as it is,
and there is no time for mourning on edge of the sad height.
The fleeting time of passing hours, an array of goodbyes,
Curls as the Admiral sails to claim what he could not have,
And try as he might, neither clock or cloak can catch us.
As I had sworn, our love is timeless,
And as the end of eternity draws closer,
I will stand beside you, unyielding, until the end.