They met one day in the mountains sitting around, playing guitar singing songs, drinking wine and passing marijuana cigars. He was mesmerized by her beauty he was captured by her spell She signified his life-long dreams and in love with her...he fell. He has given to her - his everything she was his world, his Lady, his pride Nothing could make him happier than to one day make her his bride. On a Spring day - they were married and to further complete his world nine months later, she gave him a gift a child - his little girl. Then one day she awoke feeling nauseous though there was nothing he could do He urged her to see a doctor thinking she had only the flu. The doctor tells her she's fading that cancer has begin to spread Her whole body starts to tremble as a million tears are shed. She needs to find some answers to her many questions, like...why? Why must she give up her happiness? Why was she going to die? He'll take her back to the mountains where she's always felt at ease amongst the beauty of nature and the generous Autumn breeze. Taking comfort in her surroundings of the birds, and evergreens she decides to keep a journal describing her hopes, and dreams. She'll leave it behind, as a legacy for the child she will not know and she's saddened by the thought of not watching her daughter grow. But time is quickly passing and she's becoming ever-so weak yet she musters up enough energy to turn to her husband - and speak. He reaches out, and takes her hand as she begins to cry in a soft voice...she whispers "I'm so afraid to die." Without another whisper from her - not another tear not a final breath...no warning he realizes - death is here. He fights to hold her close to him as she's being pulled away by the hand of God; he pleads, he begs "Please Lord, let her stay!" He's left with a feeling of emptiness now that she is gone Without his beauty, his sweet Lady how can he possibly go on? But he's constantly reminded of her beauty...of her grace He knows his sweet Lady hasn't left him he can see her in his daughters' face.
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