As I walk onto the site,
to the flowery aroma of the field,
I step foot onto the mark of a beloved:
one of honor, bravery, and passion.
There lies the leader of the people:
the blazing shine of gold,
and the sweet scent of what’s under.
Bold, confident and truthful, there lies the loved.
Eyes full of tears,
before me the known grave lies.
Interminably, I watch mesmerized
as the hour passes—still gone.
Honor, brave and bold,
there lies a piece of my heart.
