She was everthing, to my eyes.
Her.. She was my light, my morning,
The love that filled my empty heart.
The beatuy of the world, I found whith her.
Her eyes sparkled, like emeralds,
and her hair was like golden silk.
She had faults..
Like her thin, unpainted lips,
or like her freckles that she found imperfect,
But I saw all these things as magnificent.
The warmth of her skim made me think of the sun, and the warmth I was lucky to feel,
and when her world crumbled, I stood there, holding her hand until the bitter end.