|Remember not the pathos of our
Or the tears of our too-youthful
Mourn us not, for we became a light,
shining still through deathless night,
On all who first pure
love would comprehend.
Judge us not, although
we chose to die,
Undone by beauty such as few have
Love so perfect one could not reply
words less meteoric than its own.
Each life must wend its
way towards death and pain.
Though we died young, our story