Through lands I've had my journey, though in life I have not found.
That life has been much better, then this time that I've made round.
In hallowed halls in waiting, on my journey that I've passed.
How Kind you've been, these passing months, a bounteous care amassed.
The darkness ever calling, its call seems far, and faint.
How Kind you are, and thus I say, there be nothing to taint.
And though there are naysayers, well let them speak no more.
For if a love can't bear enough, then why say nay, why fore?
In love, it seems, I can't speak much, for words are yet unspoken.
These words I try, How Kind, I try to keep your heart unbroken.
And though it seems that I can't keep, ill words for you to hear.
How Kind, I swear, t'is naught but air, that heat gives rise to fear.
Speak of naught; How Kind, and I, will speak of love to you.
And hallowed bells, forever knells, what love that may be true.
And though it seems our time is but a whisper in the air.
I think that love, a love still young, can be with time so fair.
How Kind, hearken and listen, my love, fear not the time spent far.
Through journey's end, so my heart sends, a message on a star.
And if there comes a time, How Kind, that keeps us both away.
Fear not, for we may ever still, see each other again, one day.
So let us keep this time we have, to spend as well, we must.
This journey that we both have yet, is nothing less than just.
How Kind I speak, and write of hope, so that you hear my call.
This darkness has found light, although the night shall ever fall.
Hearken, Hail, and hear my tale, How Kind, my love for thee,
My darkest night will have it's light; so do not weep for me.
