Always gentle, quiet, and chaste
Never a cruel word spoken in haste
Nor a harsh eye for mistakes made
Or quick demand that debts be paid.

(Some even thought you rather staid.)

Never was your faith forsook.
No matter the depths that mine was shook.
Eternally hopeful was your way.
And never a doubtful word would say.

Even when toiling night and day.

Your determination we'd prevail.
You never thought that we would fail.
And you were right--for I pressed on
Forward into a brighter dawn.

But what of you, my Wizardmon?

You are not here to heed my call
Or wipe away the tears that fall
Upon the ground about my feet
Where new grown Life has taken seat.

Revived by Nature's steady beat.

Yet, faithful friend, our souls are tied
'Faithful' even though you've died
Wizardmon, can you be there?
Beside me like sweet faery air.

Guarding me with patient care.

Love like ours cannot be killed
No matter how the blood is spilled.
Yes, Wizardmon though Death did rend
The hopes for us once imagined.

You still are my 'Forever Friend'.