To him
She was a gift.
From heaven,
That is.

To him
She was perfect.
Not a flaw in
Sight.

To him
She was a goddess.
With eyes that sparkled
In the sun.

To him
She was his
Everything.

If anything bad ever happened to her
He’d fall into tears
Before he even knew what happened.

If someone ever insulted her
He’d make sure they would think
Twice,
Before doing it again.

To her
He was tremendous.

To her
Everything he did made her
Smile.

To her
She treasured every day
Just being in the presence of
Such an angel.

To her
They’d last forever.

But that is where fairytales end.