The Only Clove
There was a young boy. Crying, near the edge of a bay. "When will I see you again?" It was beginning to rain. "I don't know, frankly. But I will always remember you dearly." The rain lost. The tears kept falling. "You promise to be with me to the last." "I know; I condemn myself for bailing." He wiped his eyes with love. "But remember, you are always my only Clove."