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Their Last Hours
Sitting with her at their last hours, studying her face as his mind devours. Wishing this moment could be suspended in time, avoiding their goodbyes up to Heaven she'll climb. Married for years through the good and the bad, the disease that parts them is all so sad. When she passes he'll die of a broken heart, he'll not allow death to keep them apart. He holds her hand and it makes them whole, God made them all but one flesh and soul. He embeds in his mind the greens of her eyes, as she withers away clinging to her he trys. He said I love you I always will, you are the only one this void can fill. He crys and holds her as tight as he can, wanting to collaps so helpless where he stands. She lays on the couch and takes her last breath, as it came to pass the hour of her death. Her soul had passed so swiftly through the room, his bride of thirtythree years had left her groom. Eight years later he says I'm going home, to be with my love in Heaven we'll roam. He finally died of a massive heart attack, finding her footsteps in Heaven he tracks. He recognizes her by her deep green eyes, the beauty of her face is where is heart resides. Her body was free of cancer and pains, free as a bird she broke free from the chains. No rememberance of death had entered their minds, just the love in their hearts through God's glory they shine.
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