The day she died,
He came to her rescue-
Not a brave nor handsome knight
Upon a mighty stallion;
Just he; a disfigured beast,
And that tiny beating heart,
Which alerted him to her danger.

The day she died,
He came from afar to save her
From the ones who had hurt her-
Crushing her life...
And the man who took their son;
The babe she never got to hold,
Although he had no solid memory
Of their child's conception.

The day she died,
He held her in his arms,
And she whispered 'We loved, '
As in his embrace,
She perished.
And in that sorrowed moment,
He remembered.
They HAD loved;
And the memories returned,
As quiet waves upon the shore of his heart.

The day she died,
He crushed her close against his chest
Against the beating of his broken heart,
Echoing his promise.
For love did not die;
And forever sounds his eternal cry....
'That Death Shall Have No Dominion.'

He shall live on,
In the memory of their love....
So he might rescue their son;
For in the blue of his infant eyes
There shines the reflection of his mother,
And although lovers be lost,
Love lives on-
Forever...
For heartache as well as death
Has not the power to separate true lovers.

Lesa MRK

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/although-lovers-be-lost/