He was my cloud to the cruel sun.
A small, but cooling shade for me.
A protection and comfort to one,
To feel him here was a necessity.
His face lit up every broken piece of my heart,
The love he gave that would always warm.
This dreadful thing ripping us apart,
The horror that took me from his arms.
And the thoughts of him I cannot budge,
If I had one more chance to know,
The perfect face that none could judge.
The thought of seeing him here again gives hope.
And all our memories are now clear to me
It just seems we weren't meant to be.