Her soft touch and soft smile <br />Stayed with me awhile but, for tonight <br />Distant are the shores and cries of my plight <br />Not in this life, not in this light <br />Shifting shadow less across arid desert sands <br />Now touched by time, these aged hands <br />Baron are the fields, and the harp string <br />Left unassembled as we were meant <br />My love for you… irrelevant <br />A lifelong dream, now faded and frail <br />In this endeavor I have failed <br />I have resigned, acquiescing reluctantly <br />She is my sun, she is my love, <br />She is, <br />The death of me<br /><br />Marcus McKinley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-is-my-sun-she-is-my-love-she-is-the-death-of-me/
