• I watched your blood drip from the still, cold blade,
    You were still breathing...but your soul wasn't.
    Your soul was gone...
    My tears mixed with your blood as I knelt next to you.
    I knew one day you would wake up but it wouldn't be soon..
    A living cell...with a dead soul.
    It seemed cruel. Like torturer watching you lie there on a silky, white bed..
    so peaceful, so still..but really you were lifeless..just breathing.
    The soft, crimson red Camellia's softly blooming,
    The wind blew past shaking those beautiful petals to the ground..
    But I knew that I wouldn't give up on you,
    I wouldn't.
    As I entered the room one morning the shimmering rays of sun
    gently touched your skin,
    Welcoming your lifeless body to a new day..
    The window was open and the wind swept through the room
    brushing your hair softly,
    Birds outside were flying by and singing spring's sweet song in harmony...
    I smiled warmly as I saw your eyes start to open,
    You soul had returned to you...

    Like you had returned to me.