But this is true, my Juliet, my $ALPACA dear,
One day may come — you’ll fade, no longer near.
When you can no longer move, and I must let you rest,
I'll carry on, though heavy lies my chest.
You gave me strength to walk this path with you,
Through soaring heights and valleys fallen through.
Whether you rise to a hundred bright stars above, at 100$
Or tumble down to ashes of dreams we wove — 0.000050$
I’ll stand by your side, steadfast and brave,
Until the day you’re silent, still, and grave.
