Here I go...

Here comes a time and another growth.
This one hurts, I hurt a kind soul.
Kinder than me, Or just maybe so.

Woman, I will always see, everything you had done for me.
Unknowing, it hurts but, I think you knew so.
You knew in how I bled, covered in gauze and tape; all internal.

I smiled to friends and guests, as my mind whisked away to play insanities games of repeat.
You knew my kindness was still always there; I knew my kindness, always shown.
Then that day one that bench I sat; Nearing tears that would not come

A touch to my shoulder firmer than I had ever felt; I knew God existed.
Never read the book, never was there a need.
Oh, the worlds of opinions to argue the fluff, and forget it's core

I am not a man of religion.
I am a man of growth.
There lies the truth in us human; There lies the truth in us, to be gods.

So this of  "Woman", harder, more so than that demon around my neck.
If I have one last self-tribulation: I beg, after which no more so!
My sights are of one woman; Eyes locked to which I can rest; To only travel and enjoy the "Earth" and it's visual pleasures accompanied of smells, taste, sounds, and dance... built of all... ON LOVE.

That is what I will tell her... Your creation was that beautiful!