Should Words Fail Me

Should I be lying on our bed
As darkness waits for my last breath,
Upon your face I wish to shed
My final glance, then laugh at death.

Should frailty cause my arms to die
And hugs I can no longer share,
With every breath I softly sigh,
You'll know my love I still declare.

Should darkness veil my aging eyes
And keep your lovely face from me,
I will replay the smile I prize,
Within my mind, where I can see.

Should words then fail to freely flow
From my old lips to say goodbye,
With my last breath, you'll surely know
How deeply you are loved, and why.