28 May 2012
A kiss, Like the fire, Of a funeral pyre.
Mixed, With tears, Held over the years.
Husband, And wife, Together through strife.
Sighing, At last, It has finally passed.
Sorrow, To know, This feeling must go.
War, It steals, In some ways it heals.
Cheer, Not yearn, This kiss will return.
Await, Once more, It's a partner's one law.
Leaving For War. • Opuss № I