You held my hand at the final goodbye,
No words of love could keep her scythe away,
My soul had gone before that fateful sigh,
To wait for you upon another day.
And as they laid me down to rest awhile,
I stood beside and touched your empty hand,
I thought I saw your lips begin to smile
As if your soul began to understand.
I will remain with you, unseen, unheard,
To hold you close when life tears you down,
I wait silently without breath or word,
And kiss your face when e’er I see you frown.
Though none may see the beauty or the grace
Of love; our love beyond this worldly place.
Form: English Sonnet