A lost love

Wind blown hair, blue-green eyes, blood stained clothing, a song for cries. Lying in my arms so close to my heart, my one true love and I were ready to part. Middle of a sad Metallica song, heart beat slowing fast, my one true love uttered his last. "I love you my baby Amberley, one day you will join me." I remember his touch, I remember his caress, making love was something of the best. His touch will now fade and always remain far, looking back to that night in the Ghetto in the car, shot three times, three blows to the head, my one true love, my baby James is dead.