Tears Of My Beloved

A goofy after Erik has died poem, Christine's POV



People laugh and people cry

People live and people die

But what becomes of the beloved?

When we weep and love and mourn them.

If you look around their eyes

You will find a great surprise

the people you love are crying too

Though not only for missing you

They miss the breath inside their lungs

They miss their life and miss their loves

They miss their sight and miss their taste

Of salivation and warm embrace

So when I looked through all the years

I found my beloved shedding tears