The Worst of Deaths
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The saddest thing in life, some think is death,
for separation is a deep abyss.
No longer can one talk to loved one gone,
and lips still hunger of the lover's kiss
Yet sadder seems to be the death of love.
A life that's shared devoid of passion's flame
is seen in eyes that fill with cold disdain.
When lips refuse to kiss, one turns in shame.
Two souls apart, yet one by others seen.
A shroud mistaken for a lover's veil
that covers not a frenzied warm embrace
Just requiem of love in stifled wail
The death of love is worse than death of life,
If yet unsure of this, then ask a wife
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2020
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