Of all words ever said before, <br />Of all the knowledge known, <br />Of all the theories held before, <br />And all that I've been shown; <br />Of everywhere I've been before, <br />Of all the actions made, <br />Of all the sights I've seen before <br />Throughout the sunlit day; <br />Of all beauty ever made before, <br />Of all wingéd creatures high, <br />Of all the music ever played before <br />Beneath the nighttime sky; <br />Of all tales ever told before, <br />Of all the treasures found, <br />Of all the ancient kings of yore <br />Who rest buried underground; <br />Of all the souls conceived before, <br />Of all ideas of mind, <br />Of all the dreams I've dreamed before <br />And all else of that kind; <br />Of all the verses made before, <br />Of all that I could be, <br />Of all prayers ever prayed before, <br />On land, in air or sea; <br />Of all the angels in the heavens, <br />Their feathered wings unfurled; <br />Of all the harmonies of God, <br />And all life in this world - <br /> <br />The loss of all such precious things; <br />The death of all else too, <br />Would be a minor trifling <br />Compared to losing you.<br /><br />David Zvekic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-things-lost/
