Once, there lived a woman,
Named Elliot.
Proud like the glorious sun,
And as unchanging as the wind.
Her smile is like a cresent moon above the sky,
Shining behind the crest of the mountain's high,
It fills my chest with happiness from time to time.
And when her hair drizzle upon her face,
I'm feeling awe the moment I gaze.
Her eyes twinkle, so natural and unatural,
Filled with glitters, so phenomenal.
And she's beautiful..
She's indeed beautiful.
She's as graceful like swans floating away,
Like a fall-out leaf as the tree sways,
A wind from a chime as it plays.
When she speaks nor sings, full of pride and compassion,
Even deaf will listen in a state of no confusion.
And truly I say to you,
She's beautiful.
And she's beautiful and so on..
Maybe the reason why the world took her away.
When the war has ended,
In my arms I begged her to stay,
But the moment she knew she can't, she started to say:
"Oh my, Dearest Gabriel, so magical,
Like a manticore from the myths of old,
Live a life in light but never die for gold,
I might be gone.
I might get lost.
But always remember, I'll be with you forever. And from the bottom of my heart,
I'll send you all the love,
Wherever you go,
Whoever you become.
All the love, Gabriel, all the love. "
And so, death buried her in the Gates of May.
I've lost my sunshine for they've took her away.
She's my everything, oh yes! She is!
I might've lost her but in my heart she'll forever stay.
Oh, Elliot, beautiful Elliot.
She's beautiful..
Indeed...
And I love her.
It might be too late,
But I'll always love her—
forevermore.
From the bottom of my heart.
All the love, all the love.