Dearly Beloved Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

Two years ago I did lose:
What almost meant the world to me;
And up till now I still refuse
To believe my love's a fantasy!

World's apart yet still together,
Whether you're in heaven or hell;
And I can't help but growing bitter:
Every time I bid you farewell!

So long, so soon, my long lost dear;
And I play but a serenade on the strings of my heart,
Of solace overwhelming me year after year:
That makes every beat but tear it more apart!

You only left the memory,
Of you that just cannot die;
It shines across eternity,
The mist and through the cloudy sky!

I hate that every year I yet weep anew,
Nay, but every day, and I'm left in a dismal tune;
O Dearly Beloved, instead of a vague adieu,
I guess I'd rather say, 'I will see you soon! '