Tis a fearful thing to love what death can touch. A fearful thing to love, to hope, to dream, to be. To be, and, oh, to lose. A thing for fools, this. And a holy thing. A holy thing...to love. For your life has lived in me. Your laugh once lifted me. Your word was gift to me. To remember this brings painful joy. Tis a human thing, love. A holy thing, to love what death has touched.