Love

Death has taken hold of my sole, spirit and heart. There is no breath, or beat. I go away in great sorrow and innocence of an accusation. The fight in me left long ago, I will just disperse throughout the heavens and earth with a cherished memory of the deepest of love, knowing I was judged wrongly and tried to standup under the heavy weight of the final question and then on principal I declined to fight any further for it was clear a mind had already been made up and there was nothing I could have said or done to change it. How dreadfully sad he was so wrong in his conclusions. He had killed love all by himself if he was ever capable of love in the first place, I wonder?! But I will never recover and this is my end, I am over with life, for he was my BELOVED