I promise you my love, my Love,
For as long as I may live.
But I cannot promise long, my Love,
For long was never ours to give.
The seasons shorten, and grow colder,
Each marked by a truly given kiss.
I cannot help that these grow older,
All I know is this; that the years ahead
Are lost, because you have looked away.
The tattered flags of Autumn fall,
And are falling, day by day.
So here's my candle soul, in frail fraternity,
So that when I'm gone, and my bones are dust,
You shall have it, for eternity.
