My Love,

And with the cold kiss of winter coming over
the hill, we are left to sit, shivering to the bone
Waiting for our demise, A thousand faces  huddled into a small room, dreaming for summer to come just one more time, and yet despite the death that looms over my head like a sword, my head is full of thoughts of her,
her beauty, so rich in nature and powerful in every way possible, it takes ahold of life itself,
providing the very ground we stand on with
the essence of being. Residing in a room far away from here, she’s dancing to the gramophone, listening to her favourite songs
and she’s probably wondering where I am,
And a tear rolls down my face and hits my worn boots and I begin to accept the fact that I will never lay my cold eyes upon her soft face ever again, and it breaks me to acknowledge that in her absence, the world I loved as a child becomes only an object that stands between Me and My Love.

Squashed in a sea of others, so close together
but each mind in a place so far away,
Thinking of those we wish were here
Dreading the thought of leaving them alone
in a world so cold, To be so close to deaths
sweet kiss, without her is true anguish.
I remember when she took my hand, and guided me from that dark place so long ago
Through the fields of love, discovering day by day who I truly am, unable to escape the Feeling now that I need her, and as the thoughts seep further into my bones
I realise that I do not miss her,
But that she is missing - from me.

There is a beauty to love that seems untouchable unless you are already cloaked within, For she has saturated me with the essence of connection and love itself, she Built me up from pieces, sculpted me into the sculptor that I have become, and I and forever grateful for that fateful day, When my eyes met hers and I was lost in the concotion of her love, Unable to turn around and find My place in this World Without Her, for she is the beacon I sought for long, The princess in the fairytales does not compare to my dearest Love, Divine In nature, And beautiful in every way,

I can feel the life slip away from me, but not because of the coldness and hunger I feel so deeply, But because for every second that she is not within my grasp, I feel myself fall deeper into the anarchy of chaos, Lost without the guidance of her grace, On deaths doorstep I am sat wishing for one thing;
To lay my eyes upon her one more time
For she is the beauty of summer
The bliss silence of Winter
The golden hue of autumn
And The dream Of Spring,
Like the long Summer foretold, a time
Where the sun would never Set from
The stories I was told as A Boy
And the realisation sets in
That she is everything I will ever need,
For perfection is merely a Joke when Compared to her,
An unfinished Jigsaw I was Until she found me
For She has saved me from myself,
The warmth of her is Summer in itself,

And as the life drifts from my eyes, squashed
in between these hopeless many,
I realise - that Summer
Really does Only come Once.
And the last words that shall ever
Touch my lips escape in my final moments
As I whisper with all my strength
“I love you, Rhianna”