Beloved, though it be selfish
I pray I die before you

I cannot fathom life 
without your smile
the curve of your hip
the scent of your hair
the feel of your soft cheek
the gentle touch of your hand

Let my last sight be your soulful eyes
let my last sensation be your soft hands on my face
let the last thing I hear be your sweet voice whispering

Let the last thing I say be I love you forever