You, who will live forever,
and not only in my heart, who
will no doubt keep the faith
and fight the good fight,

Hear me and know:

Whatever loss I may have had
I will count it gain, knowing
I will see you once again
in the great beyond. 

I am the rose fading faster
than I had first imagined.
Perhaps by some miracle
all will be laid to rest within me

And love raised up to lift me...
For that joy set before us
so much was endured
and set aside.

Of this I am certain:

You will add concluding exhortations
and I will not mind it. For they will be
fine words and you are deserving
of that word, last or first, first or last.

What did it really matter? 
Forgetting what is behind...
In this much we are in agreement.
Yet I cannot press on.

I do not know that I can carry on
even through unto that day I love.
I shall be with them, great cloud
of friends and witnesses.

In the wind and in the rain
I will meet you on the way.