Everlasting

50. Zen

To say there's a lot more,

But eventually you'll get bore.

Long story short,

It's about my forte.

There was a little girl,

Who'd set my mind in a whirl,

Being together was fun,

Also there were problems in ton.

We were in our dream land,

Her, always holding my hand.

I thank my fate,

For she was my mate.

It was hard to breathe when I knew,

What life, upon us, threw.

She would soon disappear,

Leaving me behind here.

Watching her leave was a difficult task.

“Why didn't you stop her?” you may ask.

“I wish I could” will be my answer.

But we couldn't fight her cancer,

The disease took her away from me,

Ignoring all of my pleas,

I miss my wife, my mate,

So, for my death is what I wait.

I hope I'll get to meet her then,

For she will be my ZEN.

- borntowinash