To be something that is deeply introspective, imperfect, but kind
While I could never see how, I know it burned inside with a perfect light
It was aimed at you in a power and fire, that never died
Never has it faded, even through the years
Not even through all of our tears
Truth endures and goes on that we need each other,
And most deeply, we love what is inside
This love will go on, and on, forever unto the farthest mile
Forever and fantasy restored
This love dragged me from the depths, so Stygian
Upon a trajectory heavenward rather
And it might never have been sealed, memorialized
But for spoken words before friends
And family
And God
