Who knows how long I've loved you
You know I love you still
Would I wait a lonely lifetime
If you ask me to I will.
And if I ever saw you
I didn't ask your name,
but it never really mattered
I will always feel the same.
-The Beatles

along the lines of love and attachment, this one still gets to me. i cannot imagine what it might be like to be at my father's deathbed, i love him so much i'm crying now just having typed this.


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.