We Will Have Love

We use words to brake and also to mend.

We use them to write, draw and express.

We use words to think, we use words to wonder.

But in the end, however; There will be no words

In the awe and splendor of the Magnificent, there will be no telling, asking, braking or mending

No writing, drawing, expressing or wondering.

There will be love.

We will love and admire all we had in our last life.

All those stories we told and people we asked,

All of the tales we wrote, pictures we drew, and problems we expressed.

All of the questions we thought and dreams we've wandered.

We will have love.