Endless Love by Linda S Davies
Like the thrusting of a sword
Death is not a pretty word.
The wound went deep inside my heart
The day that we were forced to part.
Life was cruel to take you so,
Even though you had to go.
Time will heal, so I've been told,
Maybe then I won't feel cold.
I'll see instead, without a tear,
Your smiling face I hold so dear.
And when at last the time has come
For me to go where you have gone,
I know you'll keep me safe from harm
Until you fold me in your arms.