The word I used to save her,

The word that caused her death,

The words that would have made us,

The words that stopped her breath.

Longer than forever I waited,

Far longer than the shadow of death,

But no longer would I have been sated,

On a look, a feel, a breath.

She once looked on me as lover,

Then as love, and it started then,

And I would cry to the heavens "I love Her!",

If I could have saved her from death.

But, I am all alone, again,

Feeling lost, lost of my friend,

And if I could have died to save her,

I would sell my soul, in the end.

But, no longer will I hear her footsteps,

No longer will she take away my breath,

But no longer will I find her, forever,

But I will find my solace in death