Before she knew you, she was afraid to love you...so she told you.
Before she kissed you...she was afraid of making love to you.

Hesitant with your approach because she forgets nothing, a woman who feels deeply, loves deeply and fragile emotionally...so you chose your words carefully.

She was dying without you knowing, guilt eating you out from the inside. A fighter she was until there were no more fights, because they were dying...bathing in ashes.

Before she touched you, she felt you...knowing that you too were fragile.
:Before she yell, she would hold you closely...illuminating your mind.

Years passed and she stood by you, cared for you and loved you...selflessly, unselfishly, endlessly. She was on a limb...but you never knew, she never told you.

That woman who did it all is only human, she aches, she cries, she smiles...even when she is broken inside.

Looking on her wrinkled, faded skin, fingers that could not deny her age...seemed unnatural but she had walked the roads with you, fight the fights with you, children that bloomed with the images of two.

Before she died...she cried, held you everso tight, hoping to make it through the night.
:Before she died...she was afraid to close her eyes, but you were there by her side. She looked at you with compassion in her eyes, nothing else she could do.

Before she died...she reminded you of her words... I LOVE YOU*

S.B