Now that I’ve had time
to think about our romance,
I often wonder if I gave as much
to you as you gave to me.
I remember so well how you tried your
best to reassure me with your dazzle
of hormones by reminding me
over and over again that you loved me
enough for both of us, and to have no fear
about marrying me.
Can I now make it up to you, by pointing out
that my heart overflowed with love for you
as much or even more than you loved me.
My love for you was my breath, and if you died
before me, I would not want to live without you.
While I wait for you—I can now rest in peace.