A Paultin Seppa poem

My Love…

My love, Your hands are as gentle as a deer

My love, Your smile is brighter than the moon

My love, Your eyes shined brighter than a diamond

My love, Your very being lifted my burdens away

My love, I lay in bed to wrap my arms around You for I am Your husband

My love, I come home every night for Your loving kiss

But now….

My love, where have You gone?

My love, Your blood is on my hands

My love, why did this happen?

My love, Your kiss is a ghost on my lips

My love, it’s my fault You left this world

My love, Sandra…please return to me