• Three years,
    It has been three long years,
    I should have moved on,
    Should have became indifferent.
    Her bones by now should have
    Turned to dusk, taking
    The scent of the earth in
    That ebony casket.

    What of the roses
    That were laid with her?
    What of them now?
    Have they withered away
    With time or are they still fresh,
    Shinning in all their glory?

    What of her last dress?
    Does it still have the imprint
    Of her earthly form?
    Shall we dig the ground to
    Find out or shall we forever wonder?

    Did her love really extend from
    Time like she said it would?
    For I have yet to feel that
    Warmth once more.

    Three years and nothing
    Has changed.
    For me, time didn't stop and
    I have cease to exist.
    The only objections are the
    Breaths i take.
    For every image reflects
    Her back to me once again.

    I have given up,
    I had threw my sword
    Down long ago but now,
    Should I kneel without grace?
    Would I meet you on the other
    Side of those pearly gates?

    Will that frown that was forever
    Permanent here still take place
    Up there within the clouds
    Beside the angels?