It was, still is and forever will be with these beads and wires, that I laced my eyes with hers.
For a lamp that I was making, to bring an artistic craft to an object that would soon spread a unique light within the darkness of a lonely room.
I heard a voice that froze my actions. Looking up as I sat on the edge of a sidewalk, it was with those eyes that I suddenly felt something new.
Like a young man given the chance to walk into a pub, a boy who just received his dream toy I became.
Dressed in white, like an angel I thought she was, those who believe, would not miss this moment to thank the lord.
Her eyes, hazel brown and surrounded by a pot of gold in the centre to be washed by a blue ocean with shades of green around it, a melting pot of everlasting love in those eyes.
My world and life I saw and felt in her.
Yet, like the colourless beads in my hands, I felt her see more than my physical being.
She was looking at my soul, seeing right through me like the wire which sowed through the beads.
I had to find strength like the structure or frame prepared to shape and hold the string of bead work, an African work of art one would say.
A masterpiece now stood before my heart beat and a naked soul I became.
Have I reached the last edit of my life's story?Ã��Ã�ÂÂ
I say, "A man's last few and best memories come from a moment of pure love felt."
It is within that moment did I feel fear and courage at the same time.
I felt my true self.
Days went by and days came, nights vanished for every second of the day, she was all the light and darkness of my existence.
I became a man with a moment to live for.
When in sadness or anger, she brought up that forgotten smile in me.
Peace and freedom she gave for every second I spent with her.
My first and last breath of the day she took with her everyday.
A kiss I would lay upon her, and weak I would feel. Even a brave soldier could not win this war.
