His Last Gift

The coldest room in the darkest place
That is where I see his face
A dangerous blow, a horrible bite
I watch as he gives up the fight

There is no light - he, I cannot save
So I watch from afar with a look so grave
His beautiful eyes are darkened from life
He no longer smiles - it cuts deep like a knife

"Take my hand!" I shout out from love
"I'll take you away!" and in flies a dove
As white and as pure as any'd demand
It grows brighter as he reaches for my hand

But the cold from the place - from which, he is bound
Turns the bird dark and it falls to the ground
He slips from my fingers, I cry out in pain
I watch him fall from me like cold rain

His eyes are so sad, tears stream down my face
I know there's no way that he'll be replaced
He closes his eyes, I shudder once more
My heart is so broke, so cold and so sore

"I'm sorry," say I, my eyes closed and low.
>"Please don't cry - time to let me go."
He speaks from behind, a hand runs through my hair
>"Just be happy we had something so rare."

"I love you," I say, "I'll never forget."
>"Me neither," he smiles, "And I'll never regret."
He hands me a box, and now we part
Inside the walls is the beat of my heart.