(inspired by Hayao Miyazaki's Spirited Away)
Your eyes shine bright with every beam
Of the failing summer sun
Yet, black pools of water do they seem
In the softened dying gleam
As tears begin at last to run
From your eyes, in silver stream
A tear I see upon your face
It slides down a reddened cheek
And comes to lie with so much grace
In its one and only proper place
Upon a hand, so small and meek
And soft as silken lace
Oh, shed no more for I cannot bear
To watch you as you cry
For you, my dear, are far too fair
To shed such tears with so much care
That leave your eyes red and dry
And destroy your beauty--all too rare
So, come fly with me, and you won't need
To worry more for what you leave
For I give you this, my heart's creed:
"I'll be there for you--to guide and lead
To all your heart should believe
And I'll love you more than my own greed."
Your touch, so pure, it just feels right
So, away with me--come let's fly
With your small hands, hold on tight
And soar with me in splendid flight
Above every fret--sail high
Pass from this world, and out of sight