Twenty-eight today - memories still fresh/

I love you, Frances, and I always will/

My efforts to join you have been barred by wire mesh/

But soon I will have died as well; made my last kill.

 

Your cheeky eyes/

Your wondrous smile/

Your mind so wise/

Your veracity and guile.

 

The only Human I know who fell so brilliantly for a cat/

The only Human I could marry, the only woman I had/

For all that you gave, for more of that/

I will be happy I've died, so happy; so glad.

 

Wait for me a little longer, love, for soon we will be/

Together forever, finally free/

There won't be "There's you and here there is me"/

We will make love for eternity.

 

For Frances Mace - 8/3/1977 - 18/10/1998.