Verse from the quarter finals of a recent topical battle league I participated in

Our fingers touch…

Theres a spark as electrifying as the day we first met,
She makes me young again, lord, this lady’s perfect
She’s my guiding light, the sun on my horizon,
Her love is what I seek, focusing my eyes on
She made me the man I am today, and who I expect to be,
And even now, as she silently lies next to me
I still find the only sensation flooding my mind is ecstasy
Then, as I lean in and give her lips a kiss to sleep
I realize this is love, in its purest simplicity

And now she’s gone…

No symptoms were shown, it all happened so suddenly
But when she collapsed, I knew. “No darling you mustn’t leave!”
Now pain scorches through my eyes, she was my salvation,
Thoughts of joining her slowly become more of a temptation
My once happy memories are now screaming desolate tones
Killing me inside and out, leaving just death ridden bones
They've become common lately, stringing up my broken heart,
A hopeless art, just one last look, waiting for the approach of dark
My guiding light dims, as its no longer shining bright,
Replaced by fear of being engulfed by the blinding night

Then I remember us…

I remember drowning more than a couple times in her opal colored eyes,
Her bright smile could break through cast-over skies,
Or how she would hang onto me with her cocoa butter thighs
My luck to find her and not be one of those hopeful other guys
And how we’d joke when she wore my shirts far too oversized
Suddenly my attention shifts, I realize she’s still guiding my path,
Keeping me going as her thought has me finding my laugh
It can be rough, but ‘life after’ isn’t a prison, its up to you to endure the path
Life is like a prism, what you view depends on how you turn the glass