I still remember what happened,
Like it was yesterday.
How he sacrificed his life,
For his greatest love
I still dream of it each night,
The way he stood there.
The young man he was,
Proud, fair and fearless.
I still can’t let go of the memory,
And I won’t try to lose it.
How he raised his blade,
Fighting in a battle without victory.
I still remember the look,
The shimmering in his eyes.
The strong man he was,
His love before anything else.
I still think of him every day,
Wondering whether he is happy.
How it would have been,
If all were different.
I still hold his warm hands,
For the last time, whenever I dream.
The lovely man he was,
And how I will always remember him.
Auteur: Arlya | ||
Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 03 november 2007 | ||
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