Augustin

In the depths of grief, a heart heavy with woe,

A cousin lost to cancer's cruel blow,

At 24, on the brink of love's bloom,

About to wed, in life's spacious room.

Helplessness lingers, a bitter taste,

Unable to alter the cruel haste,

Regret whispers in the silent night,

Words unspoken, out of sight.

Longing to say "I love you" true,

But time slipped by, the moment flew,

Now, a vow to those still near,

To hold them close, to draw them near.

In the shadow of loss, a bittersweet vow,

To cherish each moment, then and now,

"I love you" spoken, with heartfelt grace,

In every embrace, in every trace.

Your cousin's absence a poignant ache,

But in your love, his spirit wakes,

A legacy of tender affection, strong and clear,

To love deeply, to hold near.

In the echo of grief, a lesson unfolds,

To express love freely, in tales untold,

For in every "I love you" that you share,

Your cousin's memory lingers, bright and rare.