Just one more kiss, then I'll depart,
This smile belies my aching heart.
Bright, shining arrows of your tears
do pierce my soul, persuade my fears.
Sweet children, send me with your prayers,
For faith needs courage, else hope despairs.
Now husband, kiss me, make it true,
Stamp memory's mark with taste of you.
So, now it's time and must I leave?
Cleave not away! O stay and cleave.
Elizabeth Esther
6/12/09
