What is life? What is the meaning of our souls, to bear such trials and
burdens? And why, why must I fall to the fists of these blows so young?
What have I done to deserve this theft when the finest joys of life were
only about to begin?
This room... The walls are stark, uncompromising. Cold. Some see the light of the heavens in these roses, daisies, and ivy, but through my eyes, the only glow here was dampened that night not long ago. And some, some dance to the soft melodies that echo throughout. How can they dance at such a time? How can they not ache over the loss of the finest, most gracious woman ever borne onto this earth? I stand solemn, surveying the smiles on their faces, and long to clutch their wrists and beg, "Why do you not cry? Don't you understand? She's dead! The woman I loved more than anything, anyone, she's dead! Are you not grieved, not pained at all?!"
My feet carry me to where my lady lies. I've paid much for her adornment, for the vases of light shades of roses that line her case, for the spices and oils that liven her skin. For the silk drapery, tinted slate blue, that perfectly matched her eyes. I could not have given enough for her funeral, never could have lavished her too far. She deserves more than these pathetic cloths, or these dying blossoms. My deceased angel, surrounded by these simple mortal gifts... Her eyes would illuminate this room, shun her material surroundings. If only she could open them.
I raise my quivering hand to touch her face once more. My fingers brush against her fair cheek, but instead of the warmth I felt so many times before, only the chill of January snows remains. I caress her sunlit tresses, and unlike the ashen appearance of her skin, the jasmine tint is untouched by her death. I yearn to gaze into her misty eyes, but she keeps them closed. Her eyes will always remain closed to me. And her lips... I remember perfectly well. She always painted them like fallen snow. But now, she needs no cosmetic to color them pale.
I bend down to kiss those bloodless lips, but for the first time, that kiss is not returned. I stroke her beautiful cheek, but the fluttering of breath I used to feel on my skin doesn't come. Will it never come again? Have I forever lost the clean, sweet breath of my only bride?
Cecelia... Oh my lovely, darling Cecelia. Do you remember that day, only a few weeks ago, that you took my hand in yours and declared your loyalty to me, forever and always? Do you remember the words I breathed, like the wings of white doves, onto your lips? Do you remember when I made you my wife?
The love we shared, it was the strongest bond ever shared between two mortal beings. I believed we could last forever... But already, this fatal disease came and struck you down... Please say it isn't so! Please open your jeweled eyes, sing to me, with your soothing, enchanting voice, and tell me this isn't so! Tell me your Maximillion has not been cast away from the love of his life... Oh Cecelia, I will never leave you. I'll find some way to reach you. I will extend my hand beyond this material realm, and I will hold your hand once again.
I swear, by all the love we ever shared, that I will hold your elegant hand once more, no matter what I must do to reach you. I'll do anything, anything, to embrace you once again. My love.
This room... The walls are stark, uncompromising. Cold. Some see the light of the heavens in these roses, daisies, and ivy, but through my eyes, the only glow here was dampened that night not long ago. And some, some dance to the soft melodies that echo throughout. How can they dance at such a time? How can they not ache over the loss of the finest, most gracious woman ever borne onto this earth? I stand solemn, surveying the smiles on their faces, and long to clutch their wrists and beg, "Why do you not cry? Don't you understand? She's dead! The woman I loved more than anything, anyone, she's dead! Are you not grieved, not pained at all?!"
My feet carry me to where my lady lies. I've paid much for her adornment, for the vases of light shades of roses that line her case, for the spices and oils that liven her skin. For the silk drapery, tinted slate blue, that perfectly matched her eyes. I could not have given enough for her funeral, never could have lavished her too far. She deserves more than these pathetic cloths, or these dying blossoms. My deceased angel, surrounded by these simple mortal gifts... Her eyes would illuminate this room, shun her material surroundings. If only she could open them.
I raise my quivering hand to touch her face once more. My fingers brush against her fair cheek, but instead of the warmth I felt so many times before, only the chill of January snows remains. I caress her sunlit tresses, and unlike the ashen appearance of her skin, the jasmine tint is untouched by her death. I yearn to gaze into her misty eyes, but she keeps them closed. Her eyes will always remain closed to me. And her lips... I remember perfectly well. She always painted them like fallen snow. But now, she needs no cosmetic to color them pale.
I bend down to kiss those bloodless lips, but for the first time, that kiss is not returned. I stroke her beautiful cheek, but the fluttering of breath I used to feel on my skin doesn't come. Will it never come again? Have I forever lost the clean, sweet breath of my only bride?
Cecelia... Oh my lovely, darling Cecelia. Do you remember that day, only a few weeks ago, that you took my hand in yours and declared your loyalty to me, forever and always? Do you remember the words I breathed, like the wings of white doves, onto your lips? Do you remember when I made you my wife?
The love we shared, it was the strongest bond ever shared between two mortal beings. I believed we could last forever... But already, this fatal disease came and struck you down... Please say it isn't so! Please open your jeweled eyes, sing to me, with your soothing, enchanting voice, and tell me this isn't so! Tell me your Maximillion has not been cast away from the love of his life... Oh Cecelia, I will never leave you. I'll find some way to reach you. I will extend my hand beyond this material realm, and I will hold your hand once again.
I swear, by all the love we ever shared, that I will hold your elegant hand once more, no matter what I must do to reach you. I'll do anything, anything, to embrace you once again. My love.
