Everywhere she and I go, 91 is the number we notice
It follows the Rainbow no matter where she permits,
And was seeking passionate intentions,
She had begun approaching life confidently,
Or so it seemed,
No service could revive her promptly.
Now, I see this number
As she visits me,
I hold so much compassion,
And will give 91 this passion.
My condolences are hinted through this poem
Nothing makes me grieve more,
But the number 91 will show
How amazing it is that she grants me this love.
She shows me this compassion,
As our friendship was simple passion,
I hear her laugh every now and again.
Thank you 91,
You hold a special place in my heart,
Our sufferings will break apart.