When you heed my name,
But find me not amongst the lily meadows,
And you blame yourself for the catastrophe,
Drowning in the woe of my memories.

When you feel my dearth,
But yearn for it to go away,
And once more you wail,
Questioning why I had to go away.

When you desire for the warmth of my touch,
But realise its impossible to get,
And once more melancholia comes to torment,
Drowning the happiness out of your soul.

When you dream of me,
Sitting on the park benches,
And realise how hopeless it is,
Once more you wish for those days to return even if it's just one last dream.

But don't you remember the promise,
The one you made on my birthday,
That, if tomorrow begins without me,
You shall not cry before my grave?

Don't you remember what had I said,
That remember not my absence,
But be pleased with the moments where I prevailed,
The moments we so loved and swore to never forget.

Why do you cry when you hear my name,
The one which never failed to make you smile,
Why yearn for my bodily presence,
When I live in your every heartbeat?

Why don't you see,
That I live all around you,
Praised by by friends and fiends alike,
How can you forget that you gave me a never-ending life, etched in the hearts of men?

Why don't you realise, beloved,
That I'm with you forever,
That I reside in your every craft,
For I'm your eternal muse and you my life, my begetter.   

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