They met in October, both fifteen,
But he already knew that she was his queen.
They talked for hours every night,
Their love grew stronger with every fight.
The following June, she was feeling sick.
Doc said leukemia, it wasn’t a trick.
Sixteen years old and faced with death,
To get better, she needed to rest.
She went into remission before too long,
In happiness, singing her song.
They were more in love than ever.
She asked if he’d leave; he said never.
He took her to the hospital;
Stayed by her through the chemo.
Her immunities were very low –
In February it was time to go.
He was on his way to see his love;
She was on her way to heaven above.
He never got to say goodbye.
For years he’s just wanted to die.
He promised her he’d be strong,
But she’s been gone for so long.
Seventeen when she died;
She’d be twenty-one by his side.
He tries to move on, but can’t let her go.
There’s a part of him only she knows.
So he waits on earth to be called away –
Looking forward only to that day.
The rhythm is off, and some of the wording is awkward, I know, so if you have any suggestions, they're welcomed.