When death
takes my hand
I will hold you with the other
and promise to find you
in every lifetime*

Your touch, a familiar comfort,
guides me through the shadows,
a beacon in the night.

Your eyes, a reflection of our journey,
hold the secrets of our past
and the dreams of our future.

Every breath we share,
a testament to our bond,
unbroken by time.

Hand in hand, we walk,...