The look in your eyes,
the smile on your face
as you parade down the aisle

the stars you speak
the sun you sing
you're reignited my hope in love

I am jealous of you now
of what you have
I understand the sacrifice
though I don't know it fully

Is it not better to die
if something more wonderful
rises from the dust?

In an odd sort of way
I look forward to my death
Expecting beauty unimagined
to lie ahead