Your Sacrifice
The battle field was cold
Even with everyone fighting.
Your move was bold,
But still you dying.
Your life was the deal
In trade of my own.
The wound was too deep to heal,
Still you went without a moan.
My eyes always remember
Your smile streaked with blood.
I can't forget that December
When my tears came like a flood.
I miss your caress,
But nothing in my might,
Even as an heiress,
Could I stop you from taking flight.
Special thanks to StrawberryCakeandBlueMoon, my not really "editor."