When the leaves fell
You were like a goddess in September
Autumn leaves covered your hair
Eyes bright like the sun
Loving smile like that of a mothers embrace
Bent through like a missile
Ripping through my heart
It was our paradise
Right out of heavens gates
Bestowed upon my very hands
Like sand running through my grip
Your beauty left me transfixed
One look too long
The next you were like a picture over melancholic fire
Turned to ash drifting on the wild wind out of my embrace
It's just like how the saying goes
All good things must come to an end.
I miss you dearly Jasmine, hope you're resting peacefully behind heaven's gates. Our daughter grows each day, looking more like her mother.