By Mitch Dear mount

She was with me when I was fresh smiling with one touch of love, she was with me as I moved through the phase of pain life holds for all, and she was with me when I stabbed her heart of release and good bye. She moves with light as easily as you breathe, she lives in the darkness swallowing its pain, she laughs at you when you mock life's love devouring your words as the wind pulls a Childs hair caressing her face with giggles. She will carry my soul when times tires of me and I wither like our fathers, fathers, when you see, she, you have to smile with one simple twinkle in her eyes, hold her soul, she was with me, I was glad…