My last sight

I saw you cuddled up in the quilt that night,

into the world of dreams you had taken flight.

You seemed to hold the pillow in a tight grip,

countenanced a smile, which lurked on your lips.

Strewn on your face were a few strands of hair,

you seemed to sweat, maybe it was the humid air.

The refulgence of your cheeks; Oh! so bright,

filled the darkness within me with pure light.

I saw your curves, your grace and poise,

as you lay there unaware, spreading joys.

I saw you cuddled up in the quilt that night,

wishing before death do me, that be my last sight