One Last Time

I took her hand quietly in mine
Meek was her touch, so pure, so devine
Her glittery eyes announced the happiness
To witness the imperishable beautiful nature
The woods too echoed silently
For her presence marked the reason to rejoice
How lovingly she accepted them all
As if they were for her and she was for them all
No sooner did I steal a glance to note
An endless stare of ecstasy that flowed
I anxiously squeezed her hand to let her know
Her beautiful heart still conquered mine
She looked at me with contented smile
And breath her last, alas one last time.