After you left, I visited a cathedral.
I'd gone walkabout in England.
The grass reminded me of your own eyes.
The carved oak recalled your hair.
The artistry would've been inspiration to your hand,
The curve of the arches defined like your cheek.
The steps were as steep as the ones to your heart.
The finery was beyond what you could have made.
The stones worn smoother than your skin
The cold metal had a touch gentler than yours.
The candles burned brighter than your soul
And the angel's beauty you only echo.
In the cathedral God gave and God took away.
God bestowed new life to me.
And that day he took away you.
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