The snowy day

O how can I forget the snowy day,

The winter fog on a Tuesday,

You were perfectly visible amid the haze,

That serene face,

The corduroy jeans complemented your frame,

How I gathered enough courage to ask your name.

"Olivia Rumphius" you mellifluously enunciated.

"Are you the stranger who was gazing at me from afar?" you demanded.

At that moment I was frightened.

You said it tongue in cheek I realized the forthcoming year after we became betrothed.

But soon started our days of misery,

You developed a disease which had no remedy.

"You will be well again my love," I murmured in a grieving voice. 

You shed a tear but quickly regained your poise.

"Can I ask you some questions?" you whispered.

"Only if you don't stress yourself out." I conditioned.

"Will death hurt? Will I lose you forever? Will I never be able to see you again?"

The three questions left me in pain.

"Don't worry about us Miss Rumphius, our love is a ship that will never sink, the important book no one will ever forget.

As of death, oh the places you'll go don't worry you'll never be upset.

The rain makes applesauce there you know.

And when you'll paddle to the sea of stars

I'll recognize you.

This is not the end but the beginning of our journey.

Don't you worry.

Goodnight moon.

I'll love you forever and that no one can impugn.

And where the sidewalk ends.

I'll be there loving you out of mind my beloved."