The artist that tries to capture the scene.
The brilliant sunrise to the roll of the sea.
The poet that tries to master the art,
of writing the words locked deep in the heart.
Autumn was the time of year.
She arrived to bring me cheer.
Her little hand was holding mine.
Loving her more with each tick of time.
Nothing stops the hurt and pain,
when our loved one goes away.
Even though they suffer no more,
as they pass through those eternal doors.