Sitting in Michael's Lap
"My love, I give my heart to you,
And will forever be
Devoted to your happiness
With every part of me --
You gave me everything you had
My lover, and my friend;
You filled the empty parts of me
And made me whole again.
And when, in anger, or in spite,
Or thoughtlessness, I strayed --
Another might have walked away --
But by my side you stayed:
I broke your heart so many times
And you were ever true --
So now, unworthy as it is,
I give my heart to you."
She smiled, and kissed him softly then,
And whispered out his name;
Her breath was dew upon the glass
Inside the wooden frame.
She sighed, and put his picture down
And then turned off the light,
And lay, repeating loving words
That haunted her each night.
The pillow dampened by her tears,
As softly, sleep crept in;
And she confessed into the night
What she never said to him.
"Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morierus"
(When I hear the bell tolling softly for another, it says to me, "Thou must die.")
[This message has been edited by Nochtdraco (edited 08-30-99).]