He writes her name on paper, hour by hour,
As best he could, with all his power.
She rests upon his lap, dreams in her eyes,
Words of love bloom beneath the skies.
Each line he recites, a new rhyme is made,
His verses are crowns over her head.
She stirs, smiling against the light,
A fleeting shadow in the arms of the night.
"Will you remember me, when I am gone?"
Her voice like dusk before the dawn.
He nods, lips silent, a gaze that gleams,
As if he holds eternity in his dreams.
"For you," he says, "have never left my side,
Though time stole you, and you have died.
I write my poems to keep your spirit alive,
Here in my poems, you will always survive."