Of all the things

Of all the words unspoken,
And all the thoughts unthought,
Of all the hearts it's broken,
And all the pain it's brought;

Of all the moments missed,
And all the laughter gone,
Of all the times we kissed,
And stayed awake til dawn.

Through the tears and pain;
I watch your sleeping face
To hold you once again
My only saving grace.

Of all the chosen unchosen,
And all the men still men
All it's features frozen
Not moving, now, or again

Of all the words unspoken,
And all the thoughts unthought,
Of all the hearts it's broken,
And all the pain it's brought;

Your death is but a token
Of all the pain it's wraught