Punctuation.

When my wife dies, my heart will die. I will bury them in the grounds of our home and watch the Lotus tree grow from the place where they lay.

I will wait as long as it takes and then what's left of me will die also.

I shall then be the gentle breeze that swirls and breathes through the petals of the lotus flowers.

Love comes and love goes.

Everything ebbs.

Everything flows.