But a Whisper

As I held your Limp lifeless form The blank stare from Your once all seeing eyes I felt the warmth leave And a bitter cold Creep over your shell Of a figure your moans Seemingly the only sign Of life stabbing my heart I am not God! But my poor Soul whom I love so dear I can not bare the suffering If I could but whisper in your ear And breathe life into your core I would change places with you But I fear the worms are calling From their damp dark soil And your soul will be ferried somewhere But your shell will remain to toil I hold you close one last time As is meant to be not my choice I feel so empty Suffer no more love Our parting will be short lived A part of me will go with you It is all I have to give I am not God! But if I could But whisper and breathe life Back into you I would hold You forever