This heart is lost without its anchor;

This a soul empty, devoid of love;

This, a life shallow, fit for the grave.

What am I without her?

This a lonely time,  rough;

All I am, to her I gave.

Strife is worn out, and so is our joy;

Three years well spent, emotions abound;

A cycle ran through- begins anew;

Nothing left to destroy-

Rebuild from the ground;

From ashes, something true.

What was once newly lost shall be found;

Sustenance poured into emptiness;

Hope reaches from beyond, grasping,

Piercing throughout the clouds;

Rays to light the darkness;

An Angel of love everlasting.