To Whom I Pray

Though I know not to whom I pray
I look heavenward and plead
That my love will forever stay

I know that soon my flesh will decay;
My body a morsel on which worms feed.
I do not know to whom I pray

Or if any one hears what I say—
If anything matters: thought or deed
Or if my love could forever stay

These questions I ponder weigh
So heavily on me, I must concede
I do not know for what I pray—

But then I saw his eyes today,
In those sapphires I could read
That my love, with me, will stay

And yes, the sun will set on our day
Our flesh will be devoured by weeds,
And I do not know to whom I pray
But with my love I will forever stay