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By hollymccormick Date: 2002 Jan 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.10.14.21.10719]] |
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They had passion, they had life, and they had love. They had all that a couple truly needed to not only survive but to also embrace this world. She was petite, barely over 5 feet tall. And slender, with coal black hair and emerald eyes. She had dimples, one on each side of a perfectly pouty little mouth and a smile that would warm the coldest of hearts. He was tall and lanky, basketball star tall. He had the eyes of the ocean and the hair of a pirate. His touch was gentle though, gentle enough to remove the tiniest splinter from the softest hand. And he was warm and generous and loving. They loved with a passion that very few of us will ever experience. They lived for each other. When they were not as one their thoughts joined them together. He loved her with every fiber of his being and she worshiped him. Theirs was truly a storybook romance. But then, she got sick, and he watched in dismay at her suffering. Whenever the pain would ebb back long enough to allow her the comfort of his touch he would cradle her in his arms. He would tell her how much he loved her and he meant it, even as his heart broke, he meant it. He almost couldn't bear the sight of her poor body being torn in two by this horrible disease. He wanted to scream his rage against the world. His rage at God for allowing this to happen to her, to them. He wanted to scream at Him to stop, stop her pain, and stop her suffering. He wanted to rip his heart out of his chest to make it stop hurting. He wanted to make her all better, but he couldn't. He couldn't stop the starlight from dying in her eyes. He couldn't stop the twinkle from leaving her lips. He couldn't force her hair to replenish its luster. He couldn't stop the shivers that racked her body. He couldn't convince the bruises to release her from their pain. He couldn't even persuade the tumors to stop their growth. He couldn't save her. And when her soul was taken away from the pain, the angles looked down and they wept. They wept at his broken spirit, his beaten soul, his tired body and his weary heart. They wept because they knew. They knew that a bond that this boy and this girl had shared could never be erased. That the sands of time would never wash away the pain. Father Time would never ease the pain that Mother Nature had heaped upon them. They knew... Sometimes even Death has a heart. And sometimes the angels win. Every once in a while God smiles down and He grants a wish. A wish born, not out of selfishness, but out of love, out of desire, out of purity. And that is why the angles now have two new recruits. Two new souls watching over us. Protecting our love and wrapping us in the arms of their love. Kissing away the pain and shielding us from harm. May their love be a lesson to us all. |