Here lies the broken pieces of a man born to serve and sacrifice
His service to her broke him numerous times over
His eyes teared and fell out of their sockets
His lips covered in the perspiration of doubt
His brow wet as the oceans of pain
His heart though broken remains with his assailant...
A trophy of her prowess
A show of her devastating powers
The words she spoke to soothe she spoke to destroy
Never forget the man who fell...
This is the epitaph of love himself
And love that lonely wanderer feels the pangs of whatever it is left in him
Your smile still carries him
Your words comfort his glass shards
You make whole his half stars....
And with his silence and death emotions with your name on them dwell...
Awaiting the gates of heaven to open for while on Earth your hatred to him was hell....