A/N: This little poem is now composed. If you wish to hear it, let me know and I'll publish the link.
Hope you enjoy it.
My love, I've waited six whole years,
I've dreamed of life that was to come,
You've hesitated, many fears
Have pushed you to resist and run.
My love, at last you did relent,
We've dreamed of burning bridges high,
The years of war apart were spent,
But their sweet end was drawing nigh.
My love, we have conceived a child,
You've dreamt of waves of golden locks,
We've been consumed by passion wild;
shared many thoughts and many talks.
My love, life is the cruelest fiend,
I dream of you, now, every night,
Most precious love, I wept and keened,
And you were buried with my heart.