There were no
diamonds to compare to her eyes
No roses to lips or
raindrops for cries
The sun never set
that overtook her smile
All angels were
demons compared to her style
She whispered this
once, I love... I fear
A whisper returned, two
lovers drew near
The days became
shorter, faster than fall
Winter came early,
hearken it's call
The sky became
quicksand, thought lost the day
Her essence was
falling, cut dripping away
Sad, wrong, and
simple, but not three from two led
One final kiss, and
then we were dead.