Before the Candle has Burned Down
Before the candle has burned down,
Before the ink has yet to dry,
Before the ticking clock unwound,
Before the breath no love yet sigh.
Soft remains the lips; eyes still fresh,
The crown with gray has yet been laced,
Limbs still supple as well the flesh,
No wrinkles on the brow been traced.
The heart remains yet unbroken,
Too soon the sands of Time are gone,
Promises of love remain unspoken,
Left behind this unfinished song.