A real day starts with your morning kiss
It’s oozing warmth like the sun’s bliss,
That surely will give a permanent smile, throughout the day’s while.
Off to work with a heart beating,
On a romantic funky scale,
Thoughts that filled my heart art the early starting,
Was how close are we to the end of the working day.
I longed for every little chance of a glimpse of your face,
To linger under the warmth of your charming beauty.
With all my heart I loved you, and with no doubt show care,
But that one set back, was me getting home and not seeing you there.
She survives on her sick bed,
Plugged in machines, every beep gave that burn in my heart,
But still for her sake put up a fake grin,
With tears in my heart.
Every beep brings that bad chill, of me losing her slowly,
Prayer was all I could do, but I can’t still hold up that tear that still finds its way down my cheek on a gaze at her state.
She has a smile for everyone, with her every touch I was always at peace,
By her side I strive to stay and her hands to hold,
But I fear for that warm palm ever getting cold.
Most times I lighten my feet,
To listen patiently and solemnly to her heart beat,
But slowly and softly it counts as the machine beeps.
Fear of leaving her for a second always kept me at a rope length,
With haste at work, just to get back on the call,
And in her lowest of tone,
The sweetest of sound hits in me, like a thousand singing angels on the other side of the phone.
She’ll gently say “don’t be scared Hun, I’ll be here till you return.
With that’s sweet smile that sneaks to my face, the happiest man in the hall.
The fear of losing her always flooded my mind but the fear was more like a reality that no man but God can change and that reality slowly turned to destiny.
Knocking on her door, once I get back, was a habit I can never change,
But having no response or feedback started a tumor in my brain.
With a tug at the door revealed a sight that left me broken.
With my mouth in agape and a terrain so silent sure that heart was broken for life.
No more beeps from the machine.
With my ears above her breast, No more beats from her heart
All I felt was a silent cold chest.
I cried loudly, but all was vain
Thoughts of my dearest kept driving me insane.
Our first sight, our first date,
Our first dinner, our first plate,
Our first quarrel, our first fight,
Our first sex, our wedding night,
Our last kiss, on this very day,
Our last words before this very night.
I cried nonstop and endlessly blamed God why he gave others a gentle rain and me a fatal flood.
My kneels crouched, eyes filled with tears,
Right there by her bed, a priceless jewel was lost
From that sore on my heart,
I knew it couldn’t get any worse.
Written by Wayne
