On Death...

He held my hand
as firm as can be
and i looked at him
looked straight into the eyes
those eyes which said so much
those eyes crazy with emotion
i could see the pain, the passion, the anger

he fought back the tears
his manhood could not permit
he looked at me with love

i was in pain
not becaus of the wounds on me
but,
to see my love
so helpless and weak
knew that his powers
could not win
against the enemy
who would seperate
our physical touch forever

my whole life flashed past me
i was smiling
thankful to god
for letting me spend
my last moments with my beloved

my eyes were focused on him
and his on me
no words were said
but a lot was understood
i knew our soul was one
and i would be
forever with him

blurred,
his face was dissappearing
like the light dying down
slowly into the night
slowly into the night...