What If?

What if the moon shall shine no more

What if the sun doth rise and shed it’s deadly glint upon mine skin

Would thy still kiss the memory of me?

What if this vessel, which harbours my very soul, fades

What if I become no more in this corporeal world

Would thy love still hold me dear?

Forget me not, I can only hope!

For thou art my soul, my love, my beloved

And I am thy own to keep, nestled deep down

In thy heart for all eternity.

(c) 2003 A Riddle