David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,044 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

My Love Dies With Me When I Die - Poem by David McLansky

My loves dies with me when I die;
Her image fades as does my eye;
I, her painter, her life recorder,
Who chronicled her sins in order;
She dies with me with my last breath,
Her mortal memory laid to rest.

I burn my books of poetry
That gave her name eternity;
Thus in life, as she deprived,
In my death, she is denied


Comments about My Love Dies With Me When I Die by David McLansky

  • Silver Star - 3,265 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (10/3/2013 6:02:00 AM)

    sad it's so and not otherwise. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 3, 2013


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