She… slim, feminine, beautiful, delicate…
Long hair, a nymph, a goddess…
He… manly, with strong hands, straight…
Calm, warm… with good, soothing energy.
They met, looked into their eyes and…
Perished, lost in love…
Till death.
She… music and dance. This is her life.
He… wood, stone, tools, radio…
And his workshop.
Their love bloomed, matured with each day,
Till… it bore fruit… a child.
More love, more happiness, more life…
As three.
She… at home, concerned and absorbed…
With family.
Preferred silence and peace of the home, her home.
He… the soul of the world, open…
For and to everyone.
She and he… beautiful combination,
Wonderful harmony.
Then…
He… from one minute to another…
Was gone.
Suddenly and in peace,
But at the right moment… for him.
Body is gone, but the spirit is there.
It watches, helps, supports.
She… suffers, suffers and loves.
Tries to live, to find the will to live.
Alone… without him.
It’s hard, but she… tries.
Day after day.
Minute after minute.
They… still connected… by love.
Eternal love.
And they are waiting longingly for each other,
For the next time they meet,
There… on the other side!
Dedicated to Gruba and Gruby