Words Uttered Cold

I see you with your braided hair,
So sweet, so golden and so fair,
Your dead eyes glazed in awe,
As you lie cold upon the floor,
My heart is breaking inside of me,
This was a sight I'd feared to see,
That knife still wedged into your chest,
Giving you your final rest,
How can I face the world again?
Knowing my protection was all in vain,
Still, I will stay strong,
As Death sings its mournful song,
Have you reached the great above?
My one, my only, one true love.