There was a young boy.
Crying, near the edge of a bay.
"When will I see you again?"
It was beginning to rain.
"I don't know, frankly.
But I will always remember you dearly."
The rain lost.
The tears kept falling.
"You promise to be with me to the last."
"I know; I condemn myself for bailing."
He wiped his eyes with love.
"But remember, you are always my only Clove."