But I decided to write a poem anyway.
Love Blossoms Late
I shall never hold you.
I shall never kiss you goodnight
Or wake to your sunny smile.
I shall never stroke the delicate lines of your cheek.
This is not original:
Hopes dashed, or climbing the heights.
Millions and eons of love and loss -
The aching, the longing, the future lying bleak.
But I shall not waste this;
This depth of love in flight.
Loving more deeply, more sweetly
Those in my care, their happiness to seek.