My Lover Death Poem by Lovely No One

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.