I’m alive.
present.
here, yet not.

My fear, is that with the change in the moon,
your heart will wane too.
I fear, in the heart of my heart, that you–
will forget–
me.

I have words in me yet,
please give me a chance,
to plead my regret,
in not having this dance–
with you;
and being unable
to wed you
in this life,
‘fore my knife struck your head–
please, I beg,
let me plead my regret, in saying now, that–

I love you.