Already Gone

No man loved his wife like this husband loved her.
No sun shone so bright as their love did endure.
No raindrops could dampen the life in their days,
No forecast for thunder cast over a haze.
Through weather more fierce than man's temper would he
Go for his wife whose heart needed strength so.
Her days left were few,
Yet this nobody knew,
Still would she play in the field's morning dew.
Of the pain deep inside not the wisest could tell,
For the fire in her eyes cast upon them a spell.
Such was the chill of the harsh winter day,
The perishing cold could be kept not away;
Her heart could not cope and her life passed away.
And still in the place where she slept all night long
To this day carry echoes of her once sweet song.
So bright was the light that from in her shone,
No soul could suspect she had already gone.