Juliet and Sun and Moon.

I think of you 

both on summer days 

and winter evenings, 

remember us both 

back then, 

the first of kisses, 

embraces and promises. 

Now I am old 

and you captured by death, 

but where you are laid 

I do not know 

I'm afraid, 

but I have memories of us 

and both summer days 

and winter evenings to keep, 

the sun to bless, 

the moon to recall 

embracing and kissing. 

It is where 

you are laid to rest 

I am missing.