Dying &Waiting

There was a promise which we kept, We will die millions of death, Without knowing the start and end. I can see the stars , From the gap of years , I found nothing but my tears , Those tears recalls you, My dear! I will wait for you , I won't loose the faith , This wait set forth with your last breath, And will end with my death. Waiting and dying again and again, Counting the days until , The quietus clutches me once again.