I looked on her with undying yearn for what will be
Undying fear, undying love
Nigh was I to cry
For undying love should wait
But dying me can not
She looked on me with mercy
Sadness too
My eyes were moist, she knew
Her love undying yet new
Patient… unfortunate yet fortunate
Her tear was for me, and for her… not for us.
Because we were not. Yet