• He looked like a porcelain doll,
    Dreaming of perhaps the most beautiful dream.
    Sleep hid those ocean blue eyes from me,
    Like two dark blue marbles, covered by velvet.

    Despite that I stood beside his slumbering figure,
    I couldn't see his chest moving, his heart beating.
    The breath of life seemed to have escaped his very being,
    Such essence no longer worthy for such a prince.

    The crack ring he wore which held our very bond
    Continued to cling to his finger after death.
    He grieved about its imperfection for a short second
    Because it was the only flaw of our love.

    But such short seconds felt precious to me,
    For it was then that I saw his tears.
    The streams of sadness that trailed down his lovely cheeks,
    Silently, gracefully, and mournfully.

    He left me on a misty morning,
    After dawn had taken him from me.
    The sun had barely risen over the horizon
    Before he kissed my lips and returned to sleep.

    I continued to lay by his side,
    Holding his hands, embracing his body,
    Feeling his warmth slip through my fingers,
    Like sand down an hourglass,
    And like a withering flower, he was gone.

    Watching his slumber from where I stand,
    Peaceful and undisturbed,
    I dared not close the distance between our bodies
    In case he would disappear in front of my eyes
    And leave nothing but memories for me to hold.