Gentle Gliding of the Bows

My dear, that is like revealing a story that is incomplete.

But all the best deserves to be shown to the world.

I am hanging by the thread of life and death.

About with draw the last of my breath.

And with the last breath I draw, I wish for you to know I've always admired you. The little things you have done, had not gone unnoticed. I watch all that you do.

And with my last breath I draw, I hear the gliding of bows emitting such a sweet melody as you speak to me. The soft hums of mothers as they cradle their children in their arms, keeping them of harms way.

And with my last breath I draw, the scent of fresh lavender is near. Tickling my nostrils. You're near.

And with my last breath, my lips feel the softness of yours, it is the last kiss.

Feeling like the first.

Your tears stain my shirt, as you lie next to me.

I drew my last breath.

And you're all I see in the afterlife.

The thought of you, keeps me content.