Still Stays Pretty
She started to look white and pale
As snow and darkness started to prevail
Nothing again could ever be heard
Not a soft sound or a single word.
When death does come what shall I do?
Had given her all of my love so true
In future many things will still find
But I had to leave my love behind.
To me her death had never been
Some day soon will see her again
While my love for her on earth still will last
Face still stays pretty even if in the past
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
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