As surely as my weeping heart draws ink from this pen, surer still our love will echo the halls of heaven. All I ask is this; hold in your heart the memory of what love I gave. Save it, for if ever you forget what it is to soar. And please pardon me while I linger a while, as I lament a once unbridled passion and morn the love we knew.
Only a fool resists the seasons.
For all that is must end.
The world is in this moment, here with you my friend.
I call to memory the taste of love
and embrace our bitter sweet goodbye.
I look out over the horizon and realize
it takes falling to learn to fly.
-Adam J. Steele