Shall I hold your body against mine, my dearest Anabel?

Shall I hold you tight as we hear the church bell?

Shall I kiss you as we make our way to hell?

Shall I make you mine, my dearest Anabel?

I fear waking up and you're not next to me,

I fear watching through the window as you leave.

I fear that one day, I won't see your beautiful face, Anabel.

I fear that my life would be devoid of your grace.

But even then, I shall thank the Lord,

Because you were in my life for just a minute,

Because you listened to my every word,

And you loved me for every second of our minute.

-Christella

nb: straight up don't know why I wrote this, but I did.