Beauty Conquered

3of16 of a poem series I wrote in the perspective of a friend that committed suicide

She is mine, I have succeeded
in the task that has preceded!
With all her will does she love me
not a happier man could I be.

She has become a radiant light
that guides me through the darkest night.
No longer do I sit alone,
with a face made out of stone.

Here name I think I dare not say
for doing so this spell break may
that keeps she, my love, to me bound
even if a better man she found.

Her's is the caress I longed to find.
Thought of my death I leave behind.
She is the only I'd ever dare
to show how much I really care
for she says she will never go
thank you God for this grace you show.