Surveying All Without Focal Hindsight

This will take time My epitaph for her What is the most romantic thing i can say to her What if i told her that her mourning tears that drip from her face Would pass through my etheral hand as my soul tried in vain to catch or use these petulant and subservant words to describe a life full of life Surveying all without focal hindsight Compare her essence with natures florish or divinty artwork. She makes me small A fly upon a mirrored universe Unprepared for this She is my god for she has saved me