As her finger caressed the trigger,
My heart harmonized its final beat with her name.
My soul, a captive of her love, prepared to escape,
Breathing in the fragrance of our memories, one last time.
The bullet, a merciless messenger, pierced my chest,
Shattering the sanctuary where our love resided.
A crimson river flowed, a testament to our passion,
As my life force ebbed, our love remained, unyielding.
My body surrendered to gravity's gentle pull,
A pool of blood forming, a poignant symbol of our love's depth.
The silence that followed was a requiem, a lament,
For the love we shared, the memories we crafted.
In my final gaze, her beauty was forever etched,
A masterpiece of memories, our love's indelible mark.
My mind, a canvas of our moments, replayed our story,
As my eyes closed, a soft smile whispered our love's sweet glory.
My soul, now free, soared on the winds of our love,
Grateful for the time we shared, the memories we wove.
In death, our love remained, a flame that burns bright,
A beacon guiding those who seek the beauty of true love's light.
~Bantu
