True Love

He gazed longingly into her eyes. She held onto him so tight. To be without him she could not ponder. He was the air she needed to feel alive. Her eyes as blue as the sea. Her lips as red as the blood running through his vains. To be without her he could never imagine. She was the air he needed to feel alive. When news came that she had died. His tears kept falling like a waterfall overflowing with such power. He died of a broken heart. They could never be apart. They were to each other the air each needed to stay alive. True love is hard to find.