By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 3 February 2001
With In Reach
She died as she
Awoke
That morning
Rolling over
Seeing his face
Realizing he was real
Well with in reach
Most importantly
Still there
That killed her
He awoke
Still living
Still loving her
As much as ever
He rubbed the color
Back into her cheeks
Bringing life back
Into her soul
Holding tight
Not letting go
To the love in her heart
The love that lay dormant
That morning
That day
Especially that night
She lived
For herself
But loved only for him
Realizing everything was real
And well with in reach
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