She Is Beautiful My Death

i hold her hand and still i die, no words express as dead i lye, only sleep may still this longing heart. i softly speak a name i know, with my heart truth to bestow, tenderly words will speak, path to part. there, in the distance, my love will travel. parting down two empty paths that end in misery... i hold out a pain that begins with the one i love, silent as she speaks my name, her hair white as a dove. no words i let out as she beckons me haste as time flys by. closed eyes, burnt lips, i sleep in a longed for cry.