Death's Kiss

Death’s Kiss

Oh my precious love, how I will never forget you. Your compassion, your stare, and your kiss, but the light and love you brought this I will mournfully miss.

Into your eyes, I still remember your stare soft, tender, compassionate, resounding the love and passions of lovers gone and to be. Your hazel brown eyes were a mirror to my soul, and whenever I looked I could look into them and be made whole.

No more than a mist is your voice to me. Light drifting with the wind into and out of my mind, like a gentle river, giving life to a river bed, so was your honey voice to me.

Always igniting a passion in my heart to be with you, oh sweet voice and melodic words, please echo in my heart again.

My angel and joy, your beautiful face lit up my world, like the constant sun for even when it is gone its presence is felt.

Hence shall I erase the warmth I felt in your arms, that many a frostbitten night kept me warm and happy. Your wisdom and inner grace clings to my heart as a dying star, loosing strength, but yet its light still shines on afar.

But no tears have any man shed that has dried a heart more than mine. No heart shrieking howl, has a wounded animal yowled, or any heart breaking scream, has any mother cried, who sees her dying child even in her most horrifying dreams.

For in your eyes I did stare forgetting the world and all its cares. Upon my lips your sweet honey drop and petal soft lips were pressed. In that moment I shared your pains, joys, love, heart, mind, soul, life, and death.