He cherished me,
Protected me,
Sheltered me from harm.
He lit up my world
Like my very own sun.
He shone light
On the very shadows of my life.
He gave me flowers,
Beautiful white lilies.
My favourite.
But then they died,
Wilted before my very eyes.
He tore away my joy,
And told me bittersweet lies.
He’s gone.
But he left a ghost.
He stained my skin, my life, my heart.
But my lily boy
Is who I love the most.