He says to her;
You are my only reason, still will be
when even ancient astrology is done.
When disintegration leaves no trace, not one;
you will even then ever be
when the battling in me stills to none.
Now desolate, solitary, weak from spiritual denial;
colliding with hypocrisy, tampering with the truth.
Unrealistic expectations colored by exaggeration,
dashed on the floor where reality lies fragmented;
misunderstanding misconstrued as enlightenment.
Still, he continues;
I will always treasure that brightening smile
you favored me with before the cataclysm transpired.
With the confusion and calamity that ensued,
even should artificial respiration postpones my demise,
my affection will accompany me to the other side.