The Death of Love

My darling
if you have ever doubted my love
 
know that since you've been gone
my heart has too
 
lost within my very soul
I sleep alone
yet, I dream of you
 
the only thing I hold in my palms
are tears that bleed
from my grieving eyes
 
tears of love now lost forever
and as they slip through my fingers
so do you
 
my darling
if you ever have doubts of my love
 
know this…
 
even when the great raven visits me
from the shadows
of the great wrinkles of the moon
I will still await your return

I will wait
and I will wait... until
the great wrinkles in the moon
fade for the very last time

and I too am gone.