My oh my...the absolute pure beauty of this man.
The calmness of his voice, a lullaby singing me to sleep.
The milky colour of his skin, a pool of white chocolate in a Swiss factory.

When he stares at me with eyes nearly closed, a tingling in my body takes over.
He looks right through my eyes, to my soul...the very core of my being.

His lips...rosy pink and kisses so intimate and intense.
It leaves me at a lost for words, my head all cloudy and for a moment, reality is lost.

However, this man is so broken.
Absolutely shattered like millions of glass stuck in wet, muddy grass.
His emotions so overwhelming and intense, it leaves me teary eyed.
I wanted to help, but my hand was too far out of reach.
I could not get to the part of touching his fingertips.

Like angels watching over you from afar, that is what I am to him.
It is over as certain as the angel of death who comes knocking without warning.
No chance of escaping reality now...this is it.

This is the part where the corpse are laid to rest, softly and tenderly under its sand blanket and slowly the grieving starts.

This is goodbye Deon...