I wonder whom will take me when I die?
No angel could see worth of me to greet;
My spirit's patched with shadows of the lie
That angel here received, but yet they'd meet.

Should temptation forbid me near that that throne
Then I shall darken 'neath their counter force,
If chance to claim whilst I'm to not their own;
Exempt me for 'twas her did differ course.

For if to not with her, one's ***** do just
As all who need, and needs in all do act,
Condemn myself and yours will fill to bust.
But! Charge me that strayed meet's, were that of tact;

Then I'd concede no love did pass to those.
And if the player of those hearts be ******
This soul and soulful will will not oppose
And go there full as tho' by soul programmed.

For love of one were that; my chest - beat's stead
If hell upholds this truth, then there be dead!

Go find for me in all of botany;
The rarest green amidst the sweetest mire.
That blooms of petals white like cottony,
Of growth 'twas serenaded by a lyre.
Replant with gentle skill by window's sill
Repose the eye that sunlight does not steal.
The blondy gaze, so fixed herein and still,
Unless the breezes kiss corona's seal.
Then flowered dance shall sway to hymns of bay
And whom shall follow trance'd with steady eyes;
Be titled botanist, of beauty's play.
Degree that yields each morn' when sun does rise.

Find that and glimpsed what fair does lay this bed,
But 'pare her side the flower, flower's dead!

If you don't love me, then, do I love me?
For I within that love do view me whole.
That take your part and lesser mine will be
Then I, my better self, then had you stole.
Let know what you'd remove would love you still
Then you, my love reside and there may die.
Unless you find that time gave greatness will
Presenting back wherein the void does lie.  
But if my love shall perish, me without,
I'm poised for none a better place to death.
For you my love was made, and there I'm out;
Love's breath in hearted air that love had breath.

Deny my love, accept my love, but know
It dies with you, whichever me you go.

As I do list the highlights left of me
In twilight of my life through memoir's reel.
I find on playback still the eye does see;
Her face of fairest light so spins this wheel.
And smiles me back wherein my youth's alive
To gift again my fresher self her hold.
And whilst she glows, my vibrancy survive
Then length that I do live, shall still uphold.
Ah! When these bones are left amongst the dust
Instilled is she that deep my ghost will make -
The times of her; my center force's ******,
And 'bout that force our times shall then remake.

Her timeless beauty; I do hold with all!
That she be here, and there when death shall call.

It does appear to me that souls deceased
Whom passed by cancer's deadly spread of mole.
Are gifted special ride to heaven's priest
By shooting stars, to thrill their final roll.
From times of old when they did stare the stars
And ponder; may their time outshine their death.
But bodies virus'd, freckled with their scars
Then idle nothingness with loss of breath.
Whom suffer, fitting that a star it be.
And I do too in wonder when above
If there will be a star awaiting me,
And glance back down, good bye'ng those I love.

It seems that more of shooting stars fly by
How sad it is; how oft we glance the sky.

My heart beats a faithful song
once covered by my sin,
hidden by darkness - buried within
then behold; thine light shined in
'twas there all along.

(Chorus)
I've found thee, I've found thee
O my Lord - my soul to be;
In thy grace, thy warm embrace,
Ever unto thee will be.

I've felt sorrow and despair
in many a darker day
swoon did I, to kneel and pray
then lit beacon, in me to stay,
answered my Lord; my prayer.

I've found thee, I've found thee
O my Lord - my soul to be;
In thy grace, thy warm embrace,
Ever unto thee will be.

Now I view thy splendorous light
in the essence of all I see
a baby's eyes - a beggars' plea
a mourners' tears -  majestic tree
O Lord, thy light so bright.

I've found thee, I've found thee
O my Lord - my soul to be;
In thy grace, thy warm embrace
Ever unto thee will be.

Now I swim in thine river of love
flowing with the currents of faith,
living the words my Lord saith
no more I dwell in wraith
unto thee; within and above.

(Chorus)

(Repeat Chorus, full choir)

Tho' I do write with truth, my self's conceived -
That where your love abodes, resides just me.
My love in rhyme, is rhyme in part deceived
Do, I linger still or let this sonnet free?
The former is a rhythmic dance of words
Where A can't wait the love connect of C.
The latter brings the sorrow near the thirds
As each unstressed, would stress the pain to be.
I pass this ninth with syllable delay
The tenth, I love but yearns a love as true.
I burden here, where eyes of yours can't sway
Yes now, at last, do I withdraw from you.

I hope the other grows to love as I
But doubt that heart the will of heart to die.