Thread: The Rain (9/8/07)

I stand alone in the rain
feeling the droplets hit my face.
I can't tell if I am crying anymore,
I can feel the embrace of my love.

I am the one who is suppose to
protect her, yet she is my sheath.
My life has been like a drawn sword
and she came along and sheath it.

She became my protector and healer,
I loved her with my heart and supported her.
I could not protect her from the horrors
that this world had shown me.
Yet we never left each other and protected
each other. Healed each other.
Even loved each other.

I asked her to marry me and she agreed.
I thought I could protect her forever,
yet Death threw it's joker and she died.
I couldn't protect her and in my arms
she said, "My life was empty till I met you,
I was so happy to have fallen in love with you. I'll always
be with you, my love". It was raining then.

At her grave, I laid flowers and spoke to her.
I wore her wedding ring around my neck.
The pain became dull and I remembered.
We had protected, healed and loved.
I spoke, "I always love you and will never
forget what you did for me."
It began to raining again as I stood there.

this is my entry for the POTM ^.^