Nice poem dear
but embracing death should be coming from someone "else"..
donno what to say but its good
um..sounds a bit Shakespearean... epecially coz of the use of archaic words
Thus drifting afar to the dim-vaulted caves
Where life and its ventures are laid,
The dreamers who gaze while we battle the waves
May see us in sunshine or shade;
Yet true to our course, though the shadows grow dark,
We'll trim our broad sail as before,
And stand by the rudder that governs the bark,
Nor ask how we look from the shore!
Oliver Wendell Holmes