What is love? I believe I know, for when i look at her, i feel as my life is whole. Her beauty, her spark, her smile, all send me into a wild storm of warmth and wonder. For I am in love, with this beautiful and kind woman. I love her, and she loves me.
She tells me sweet nothings, as we walk along the blazed path. Her eyes shine with warm light, those captivating eyes that couldnt have possibly seen no evil. I know in my heart that she is the one.
But the day the rain shook the trees, and the water rushed through the streets, i look out the hazy window to see her there. Soaked from her bonnet to her stockings, her hair slipping from the barrette I had got to celebrate her. Pale and shivering, I rushed her inside to warm her, praying the worst would be over. Oh how wrong i was...
I loved another
The one I loved was loss. I would never feel her warmth or hear her kind words again. The funeral was beautiful and still, as she is now. The priest consoled me,