For Crystalina

Will Death not come and rescue me entire?
What use is Life without you, dearest Queen?
Be back within in your arms, my one desire,
but Death refuses, nowhere to be seen.
And so I pass my days, in melancholy,
recounting each caress and every touch,
but it's of little help. How can one tally
the depths of my despair when it is such.
"Go, live", so says my fool, but Crystalina,
I have no use for the advice of fools.
The sun may rise again, and grass get greener,
but ours, the kind of love that knows no rules,
demands I spend my days in solemn prayer.
I'll join you soon, love, fairest of the fair.

Author notes: prompt: V. Her final ode (Sep. 2013)