The light of love in your eyes has failed.
The roses of your lips have paled.
The tossled curls that once crowned your head,
I touch no more; for, thou art dead.
Your languished life now seals my doom.
Life has become a darkened room.
Sunlight is vanquished, shines no more.
There is nothing left worth living for.
I want to cross with you that glorious line,
to walk hand-in-hand toward the divine.
I want to share in love's eternal spring,
to be your queen, and you, my king.
So where the withered flowers blow,
their fragrance ride the zephyr flow,
where all are silent, consigned to eternity,
I lie down to rest, to be with thee.
It is no sacrifice, no burden to bear.
It's all for love, because I care.
Your tender smile that lit the hours,
the memory, a grove of inviting bowers.
I recall the laughter, its happy roll,
blissful reflection to touch my soul.
Closing eyes where tears are shed,
I weep for love among the dead.
Departing at once, in sorrow lie,
the spirit steps off into the sky.
I am the kiss, the glistening dew,
hands of love that reach out for you.
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