I open my eyes to thoughts of her near. Losing her was my biggest fear. Dear was her presence close to my soul. Cherishing the memories of when I had her to hold. Fearless and bold was my spirit which she sparked from within. She was my courage and me her addiction. Never did she hate me but did despise things of a few. Too much of care and love drives a person away from you. Her biggest problem was I couldn't see beyond our love. The scariest thing was my life being taken away by the Lord above. She'd hold me close when the nightmares recur, she'd fall back asleep in my arms knowing I'm safely near. It took me years but I healed her scars she planned to take to her grave. The saddest part those are the same scars to her which I gave. Her fondest memories are treasured in her head. The same one I kissed everytime she went to bed. She always led the way as time goes slow. Her beauty leaves me astounded and will always till I grow old. She molds you into a man that you never thought you could be. She completes the brokeness inside and heals me. I am not perfect yet she made me feel I was. Yet I ponder and realized it too late, you always lose a soulmate. So as one-day when the angels welcome me and St Peter holds the key to my arrival. I'd hear her at my obituary telling the world what true love means. And the pleasure of me being in love with someone so divine. Letting her go was my biggest crime.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
