Gilmore

It sounds like Love that is lost to death but, It's just plain old Love that is lost to another, but I still love her!...(Combine the picture with the title I wrote to get the real title)

Found deep in the depths of my soul,
Her spirit, it hides.
She is the glimmer behind the dark coal.
Dead to my physical,
But to my mental she is very much alive.

Staying in the place where I kept her,
She breathes with me.
As I depart from a room,
She leaves with me.

She is my heart.
The reason why others can smile about me.
She taught me who I am.
Encouraging me to be who I want to be.

Gone but still I love her...
Like the red of a rose.
Staying so close to her.
Unable to speak the story untold.

She is with me...
Though she can't be seen

She is with me...
And forever she will be...

C... L... G.