I'Ll Await Your Love In Death Poem by Tessa Richardson

I thank-you my friend
for understanding I can't find elsewhere
Although I near my bitter end,
I hope you understand this letter.

What's become of us?
We don't much talk or smile,
but each laugh and word i savor,
how can I dream of something vile?

i must admit, you were much more to me,
than a friend or counselor
I think of how we could be
If my end wouldnt so quickly occur.

But pain has driven me too far.
I wont last the week.
I promise, to me, you're not just a scar
but darling my strenght is meak.

My end is near, nothing can save me
I'd beg for you to hear,
but im fine with what you gave me
I'm saying good-bye to you only
cuz you're the only one worth the breath
I love you and good-bye,
I await your love in death.