A single tear dropped on the ivory lettered page in tribute to her beloved Pete.
He had wanted to live life fully, romantically, and on the edge.
“Oh Pete you didn’t need to get that close to the edge – you might still be with me now had you stayed on the path.
So if I die young it will not be because I was married to a gorgeous man with laser like blue eyes that pour desire and love into my being.
My last touch will not be touching the bronze skin of a beautiful, muscled athlete.
Lips will not kiss sweetness that exude words of love and praise
If I die young, it will be because I carelessly swerve in front of a semi having no desire to live this life alone without the man who placed a
band of gold on my finger less than three years ago~~~~~