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.
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