She was to be my own
The half to my heart made whole
Hair that danced in ebony symphonies
Lips that taste of deep sweet red wine, pouted in a gentle bow
Eyes that engulfed the soul whole, easing it into the protective depths within.

She was to be my own
The star that lay cradled in the night's black satin skies
Breath that filled my lungs
Essence that drummed through chambers and corridors within
Dream that lulled me to my slumber, dancing its grace within my mind's eye.

I was to be hers alone
Forever through all age and time
The rock upon which she stood to give of herself to help the masses
Light to compliment her darkness, shadow to en wrap her light
A steady hand to grasp when all else fell from reach.

I was to be hers alone
To walk the road less traveled
Dance through days and nights
Harmony in wondrous perfected pitch
Playing out motions that centuries had fine tuned.

We were to be each others
Stability through all time
Strength and weakness in complimenting patterns
Light to see in the darkness and uncertainty
Love, true and unsurpassed because it was our own.

She was, I was... and now no more for the stars have all gone out.