I Saw Her Die
She was young and beautiful,
one of the most glorious women I ever known.
She was loving and kind; she was my best friend.
She was my everything;
my love,
my hope,
my care,
she loved me, and I loved her;
nevertheless it was her time to go.
One dark night,
she coughed up blood,
the next dark night she was pale,
her thick, blonde locks,
turned frail and white.
Her blue eyes, turned pale white.
Her eyes rolled back and closed out from the light.
She was died, and I didn't know what to do.
At the funeral no one came,
except me, myself and I;
she lay there in the casket, brown and polished,
with a bouquet of roses all around her.
dressed in her white gown; looking refreshed and sweet.
She looked more beautiful dead, then when alive and well.
I lowered her into a six foot deep grave,
and I buried her with a silver spade.
The sun went down on that dark day,
and I still can hear her laugh and her cry.
Far by far,
and leap by leap,
time moves on no matter how big or how far you are.
Down to the grave,
and up in the sky
watch over me and love us all.
Her smile, her tender love never to be felt again,
but I still hear her,
dancing in the ball room,
where we first fell in love.
.2.8.2014.
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