Speak not the words, "My Love"
when thou hast seen my face
when thou hast reached my side
within this quiet place

Breathe not, with tender sigh
the words I could not bear
as Time, could not, the wound
upon my heart repair

Speak not the words, "My Love"
when thou look upon me today
within this soft-silk cask
whereon my body lay

Those are not the words
one speaks in reverent tones
to one who died for Love
to one who died Alone

Instead - speak not at all
as you gaze from above,
brush my hair or touch my face
but - speak not the words,
        "My Love"