In that soft whisper of words, which freeze that smile of contentment.

Giving hope in her dying breaths, that strengthen you for a lifetime.

When in your palms rests a sleeping world and heaven in sight.

When every ounce of your body is breaking, hurting, knowing that you’ll never hold that hand again, against all, you let go.

In a tree that is cut, but in bleeding silence grows again to let you live another day.

…love this is.

But beyond all that I’ve ever felt.