Torches shed soft light across your face.
The shine accents its features, highlights your beauty.
A warm breeze frees your hair, compelling it
To dance across your smile and hide the sadness in your eyes.
We stand together in the bazaar, but the world around us
Is shadowed in the gloom of shared emotions.
Embracing you tenderly, I feel your warmth,
And can scarcely believe these are our last moments together.
You lean against me, sheltering yourself from the sadness.
I whisper softly, “This is it then. Farewell my Lady.”
You nod slowly, and turn away when I am no longer there.