That death must come and part us for a season
Will make this life more difficult to bear.
To spend one day alone defies all reason;
But this I know: you’ll not be unaware.
If there be ivories, play a song for me
To fill the void of each new sleepless night;
And should you raise your voice in song, feel free
To fill my days with serenades of light–
Each lonely day adrift on stormy seas
Will bring a longing for your velvet touch;
And each dark night will yearn with silent pleas
To ease the constant, gnawing grief I’ll clutch.
I’ll gaze t’ward heaven, ’tis your face I’ll see;
What more could any heaven hold for me?