Her face was clad in peach crescent lips,
And her piercing gaze bore into my heart.
Dew dripped from her steady fingertips,
As her hands delivered me from a world of hurt.
The faint sparkle in her dark brown iris,
My final memory, my source of catharsis.
Her innocent smile with hints of malevolence,
A last comfort as my soul drifted into decadence.
This demise I had seen before it began,
A peaceful, solemn end.
Unbound from regrets, not tethered by any chain,
I stay still as her holy hands liberated me off my mortal pain.
