Originally posted by amanion:
I can't see any sense in the whole stupid mess at all.
What sense is there in anything
When life throws us off track?
The sense that only reflection finds
When your heart and mind look back.

Bella's love taught you
Your worthiness to be loved

Her pain made you look beyond yourself
Her need made your own needs pale
And you focused on giving, just giving to her

Her injuries taught you tenderness
Her struggle taught you to hope
Her endurance taught you, unknowingly
To never give up, never give in, have faith

Her love for you, most of all
Taught you what is most important
That that bond between hearts
Will never be severed

And in her death, Bella taught you
You can hold on to the best of her,
In your heart, but let the pain and sorrow go

You are stronger now,
though your heart may protest
feeling itself battered and sore
But the love she taught you day by day
Will win over pain, every day, more and more.

Sometimes good can be born out of sorrow
Like wildflowers from the ashes of fire.