To Love a Dead Man

What's more powerful than death?

Love, that's what.

It fills us up with happiness with just a glance from the one you love

A cocktail of happiness, hopes, and a futuristic view

The man of my dreams, everything I've ever wanted,

His laughter crackling like a campfire, 

warm and beautiful, all at once.

His eyes, as deep and blue as the ocean, gold specks in his eyes

reminding me of the rays of sun that graced his skin

Because I love you, 

that was always his reasoning

His eyes no longer matched the ocean, the sun never shined on him,

he's gaze was as cool as steel, the sun covered whenever he passes by the window,

our window

He was no longer a lively man, or alive at that

He was distant, cold, and different

The red marks were no longer from kisses,

instead they reined from his fists

Where's the man I use to know?

He's nothing more than a dead man.

What's more powerful than death?