Beautiful Death
With each touch... I lose
the sense of feel
She reels me in with her
luscious appeal
O... I have fallen for her &
she knows
Heart... mind... body... &
most of all soul
Ecstasy!... Bliss!...
Euphoria!
& she won the war...
Gloria!
Without having swung an
axe or strung a bow
My body lay helpless
begging for more...
...More time to make
amends & say goodbye
But she won't listen she's
far too high
Her name isn't common
like mary or beth
But love her & she will
take away your breath
I guess love is a
euphemism for a
beautiful death
As the hands of time
undoubtedly lead to
death...
Copyright © Bertrand Raven Banda | Year Posted 2013
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