He was a good guy, she was his heart and soul.
These things he had always known.
She fought so hard, and fought for so long;
and then she finally stopped.
She was weak and he was strong, he held her ever so close.
She cried filling his arms with tears.
He cried, a piece of himself died along side her.

His love was strong, as she gasped for breath.
Her time was quickly coming fourth.
His love so strong, her heart and pulse so weak.
His heart ripped right from his chest.
She closed her eyes, and there she took a last breath.
He gradually picked up his knife.
With a jab to the chest, he stabbed where his heart once was,
and then he fell to the floor.
He clutched her hand saying "God please forgive me."
All grew darker, into her eyes he stared.

His breath then left, on that floor they died.
Hand in hand they were gone.
Sorrow fills that room, the place where loved once thrived.
In that room, they still hold hands.
Without her, his soul was lost. Without him, she was gone.
Even through death, they both still care.
And in death, he is still there, right by his Angel's side.