The moon is full and I am missing you.

They say you die twice. Once when your soul leaves your body, and finally when your name is spoken for the last time. 

So I will speak your name every day of my life. 

And one day I will speak and they will hear your words through my mouth, and they will know you. 

As they come to know the beauty and wisdom imparted from your soul through my lips, your name will echo from them in a whisper. 

For my love will create your eternity, until the day we meet again as souls.