There is a man,
All dressed in white.
He is waiting for me.
Just as handsome as he will always be.
I go to the alter,
My dress made up of roses.
Such a sweet lovely smell.
They are the flowers,
You see, At both,
Love and Death.
He smiles that cold smile
I seem to come to love it.
His hands touch mine.
His ring weighs heavily.
Death My lover..
I am now Lovely No Death.
I married Death,
but he still just reaps.
I thought love could bring alive,
Someone so dead.
Lovely No Death..
She is me.
And she..
Is Death's prize to be shown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem