How can I forget her, eyes green as spring water cascading down
a mountainside in Norway. Her skin silky as a morning cloud in June
and her laughter was like chuckling pearls of joyfulness.
So many festivities, wine and song, it took time before I noticed
anything was wrong. Rages; tears of melancholy, lover of the night.
I became a spectator to a slow downfall. Eddy of too much living,
I could not go there, I had my own demons to battle.
How rapid her fall, a woman every man could have and I cursed my
eternal cowardice. At her funeral, I spoke to her mother, we cried for
a beautiful woman we both loved, but were not able to save.
Very saddest event of your life.We are helpless for God preserved work death and its responsible surroundings due to diseases,wine or other reason. Sorry for departed soul.
