His rough and scratchy hands
Held hers in a vigil of hope
His weary eyes would not sleep
For fear of missing just one simple thing
His aching heart longed to beat
To the soft rythem of the love she sent
His head pounded in efforts of finding a solution
Instead of an absolution
His tears were for her
For her vibrance, for her soul, for her life
His cracked and bleeding lips
Touched her soft, sweet smelling skin
As he held on so tightly to his reason for living
She slipped away..from the love that made her breathe
Forever...in each others hearts
Delicate love...that will eternally be theirs......