They may take from me,
A future of meeting those eyes,
Whose varied emotions flitted by,
Only to settle in wistful surmise,
They may take from me,
The resonance and silky clarity,
Which could pipe a pitch of stress,
Or roll with mellow sincerity.
They may take from me,
The sight of your presence,
The energy you could emanate and
The distinctive personality that was your essence.

But they shall never take from me,
Those things precious to the heart,
Nor the fond nostalgia of reverie,
From which death only shall I depart.
I know you are with Him,
With all my love, from Tirn.