My Last Love - poem

Should I die now 

I know what I’d see

Memories of her 

Is all it would be

The way she laughs

When she finds something funny

The way her soul

Is as sweet as honey 

The way she loved 

With a fiery passion

And that same love

That’s now turned ashen

The way she looked

When she said goodbye

She was beautiful

Through the tear in my eye