My fingers brush aside the Sandman?s sleep,
as I awaken on this dewy-April morn to find
myself engulfed in an awe-inspiring ray-of-light?a comforting
light, that appears to radiate not from the rising sun, 
but from within thee my love,
and it truly is a spectacular vision to behold.
In my grieving mind and cobwebbed delusional being,
I see you laying here beside me?my eyes 
interrogate your spectral beauty.
I gaze into your delicately chiseled, smiling, face,
and I am tempted to murmur my feelings,
but meager words seem so imprecise, and they escape 
in a blankness, that darkens the path 
as to what such words I can say.
In all of those other mournful moments of time that I wanted to tell
you what you were to me, and what you meant to me,
became just jumbled words that stumbled off my tongue.
I don?t know how much time we really have together
in this, now, our own sanctum-of-closeness.
I only know that for the present, we?us,
shall prevail as one on this earthly sphere of illusional dreams, 
and I can only hope and pray that in a future moment, 
we will find ourselves together once again,
in a more beautiful and wondrously serene place of peace.
Therefore, I shall try, as try I might, 
to speak the tranquil thoughts that I have of you, 
perhaps in quiet church whispers?perhaps.
So on this twenty-eighth day of a year past by,
and with my tenacious cowardly-lions? courage mustered
with memories of you provoked in my thought,
I now profess to you my undying sentiment.
I say this quite easily now, with just this simple phrase 
that flows from my hallowed mind, 
as smoothly as a spring-thawed brook
that ripples from the deepest reaches of my heart: 
?My Darling, I Love You... rest in peace.?