It has been so long a journey away but your face still vibrant and vivid in my mind and thoughts. I have missed you and have become a longing plague. Even in worlds between, I’ll see no other image of you.
Death has come in between us but there is no other battle we’ve fought and never won. God will pick your pure soul worthy for His Kingdom. By now you should be is purgatory. Is it too much a hell? Shall I ride to save you? Even so, there is a hand stretched from the living to you, mine. To give you hope of a better place. El Dorado is in front of you darling. I know you still hold your beauty. Cool hell with your smile. You will be fine.