The pain! As I sit here and think on all we could have been! What went wrong?
You…you were a thing of beauty, crafted by loving hands, destined to give me the world. I willingly gave you everything; most importantly, my heart.
But now, you are gone, resting in your birthplace, warmed by another. And I will never feel you again. I will never caress your curves, marvel at the sheen of your skin.
I feel my life ending, as did yours. You were my reason for living. Alas, life drains from me. As are you, I am lost, dead.


