Margins of viability

I could listen to her pounding heart, so filled with love and hope

I could feel her gentle breath, so fast, as she struggled to cope

I could see her eyes held tight, as if too shy to watch the world around her

I could sense she holding my fingers, a gentleness beyond the soothing words.

She had the softest skin I have ever felt, so pale, yet blushes with cry

She had the subtlest movements I have ever seen, so delicate and detailed to try

She had the deepest thoughts I have ever witnessed, so different and heavenly to be

She had the rarest affection I have ever sought for, so fulfilling I fail to narrate.

The sparkle in her eyes, behind the wale of lids debating whether to open

The spikes and waves in her little brain, telling me something I strive to grasp

The lights and sound of machines holding her life, woke her up from a wondrous dream

The body and mind slowly swept her away, to a destiny so hard to explain. 

May be I have failed, to care enough for her?

May be I have trailed, not acting fast enough for her?

May be I have tried it all, but her soul had better plans?

May be I have touched her heart, but she indeed has touched mine for sure!