A single life left in this fallen world,
A single drop lying in an empty lake,
A broken flag lies forgotten, unfurled,
A broken soul floats forlorn, unawake.
Desolate, abandoned, his soul still drifts,
Unable to live, unable to think,
No will to live, life but a gift,
His thoughts, his memories, his only link,
To her; his one, his only.
Her nature caring, thoughtful ever more,
With an inner beauty that surpassed all others,
A quirky nature yet calm demeanour
She was a mother at heart, who loved to smother,
Others; with a love so bright.
Before the hurt, the pain, the losing fight,
His family and his friends did rejoice,
Engaged, a fiancé, his soon be wife
She was his precious, the one; his second voice.
She fought so hard to beat the odds,
But in the end her life still slipped away,
A life too short, a life so treasured,
But her iron will brow-beaten,
A tribute to a life now gone, but never once forgotten.