She loved me till death.

There was a shot across the bow,
High and dry,
In an endless night,
Passing through the blankets of air.
Shattering the light of my life.

When the sun sets, it goes west.
She was in my hands disappearing like a setting sun.
Slipping away from my warm hands.
Passing the sandbar, from the raging river of life,
Into the vast ocean of death.

We have had a thrill ride,
In an ocean experimenting with butterflies.
She felt her gorge rising.
The night was falling.

Our story expresses the power of love,
The story of Romeo and Juliet on the journey of self-discovery.
Spending summer seasons together.
A maiden who lights my heart like a heatwave.

Our love is a bond.
Made in a blanket of roses.
Where in the garden it is blossoming.
This love is a growing garland.