Death

Here in the very last moments I stand

Reminding her of my love, I squeeze her hand

Decrypted and frail but thats not what I see

I see the woman that pored herself out for me

A million words are held on my lips

The hope of new life my hart still grips

My tears fall as I try to express

And all I've done, I begin to confess

A thousand pictures fly threw my head

I look up once more and I find she's dead.

Life is short and what can you do

You must cling to hope for soon this will be you