I stand and look
at her,
So beautiful in
the snow,
I told her I was
leaving,
But some time alone
changed all that.
How could I not
love her?
We were meant to
be together.
...........be careful,
you fools,
of words said in
anger.
As she lies there,
her blood staining the snow,
I walk away to
hope that God will be kind to her.
..........for I
know He will torment me forever.
Artist's
signature in lower corner of picture...looks like Guzman.
