I look at her, so strong, so weak,

My heart aches,

I long to hold her close,

To ease her pain

She cries like a child and I reach out but she pulls away.

I hurt for her,

I know she feels the burden of guilt,

But nothing I do can take that away,

I long to.

I watch her stand, the sword in hand,

With the saddest look on her face,

Her heart is broken.

Again I long to hold her

But her pain is personal,

Something she must go through alone.

She has changed so much

Even since I first met her.

She is everything I long to be but never will,

I know that now.

Perhaps I have always loved her.

The first time we met, I saw the spirit in her eyes,

She had my respect and more,

And as I watch her mourn him, sitting on a cold rock,

I know she is dying inside.

Why?

Why did it happen?

I ask myself a thousand times.

I cannot answer.

The answers pains me too much.

My heart cannot bare the shame.

I am sorry,

My Sweet Gabrielle.