She smelled of fresh flowers. She smelled of honey. Her smile radiated through my entire being. Looking back now I know that it was love. Just one look in her honey brown eyes always made my heart stutter, and my breath catch in my throat. She would always smile and laugh. Even when she was hurt and couldn't go on anymore. As the illness took over her body and she started to fade away, she always smiled. She always loved. When the illness faded away, she agreed to be my wife. Her smile. Oh god her smile that day, it could of brought me to my knees with pure bliss. Her whole essence was full of joy. But the joy and bliss soon faded, replaced by agony and pain. Test after test. The "I'm sorry but the cancer has come back," still ringing in my ears. My beautiful wife looked me square in the face and told me she didn't want to fight this time. She needed to find peace. So we packed up her things, selling most of them. She moved into the hospital. The hospice soon came. Her days were becoming numbered. But she still smiled at me. Her love and beauty shining through the pain. When she closed her eyes one last time she whispered my name. Just a whisper. It danced around the room then hugged me. I knew. I knew she would forever watch over me. My beautiful smiling wife who smelled of fresh flowers and honey.