I Loved You, Raven
Raven, thy beauty is to me,
More than everything.
Your hair, touched by death,
Yet still so fair.
I loved you then,
And love you still.
I gave you all,
My heart to boot,
Yet you took it all,
And followed suit.
Then giving up,
And falling dead.
Who is to blame,
For live's now shame.
Why did you go?
Why did you die?
I loved you
Didn't I!
Copyright © Christie Morris | Year Posted 2011
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