I may drink of every drop of sadness and without you, I am still yet nothing.

There not be enough tears or years to keep me from you

I was always the solitary soul

And now I must place you amongst my table of angels

Trite to say how you taught me to love

Forever to keep you in my heart in song

Why must every wrenching lyric seem your sweet, meloncholy lament

You shall forever be my North, my South,my East, my West

My Sunday rest

The void that no amount of sunshine, wine, or slight smiles to ever fill

Each sonnet of sorrow and love,

My heart bleeds,

I hear you