I am not dead
I only rest.
Come Love, sit on the stone.
No, I insist dear, be my guest.
Yes, this is our tomb,see
our names carved there
the 'e' I think is neat,
stylish, done with that Olde
English flair.
However my Love, I am not here,
I am in the rush of blood
that through your heart does flow.
Yes, I am in the heart of you,
This my dearest, this I know!
I am the summer sun,
the springtime mists,
rain that runs down your
cheeks warm as a kiss.
I am the moon's shadow
on midnight snow.
I am the eagle's flight
the songbirds' notes
your dream in the night
the song in your throat.
My eyes are stars
watching over you now.
My breath the gentle breeze
that cools your brow.
So dearest do not sit
on this stone and weep
I am not here, nor do I sleep
Do not I beg you, do not cry
I am with you forever Love,
I did not die. | 
