Few seconds past have I not felt your presence,
Few minutes gone have I realized your absence,
Few hours withered, have your silence,
Glowed on me, as now, I know death has taken dominance.
To my resting friend, my sweet ever resting princess,
Life turned her back on you, not knowing that to me you were priceless,
To my resting best, you know I mourn as to your happy memories I now caress,
How I wished I was a substitute, but death on me was too careless.
Why let me live in death,
While I can quitely take a rest?
Why let my soul dance in agony of breath?
As to my body, am nothing but a pest.
Yesterday, I had a friend, yes, I truely had a friend,
Not just a friend, but a bosom, which death caused an end,
Today, am free to the world, 'cause death had
Treaded on her,
I praise her not, who laid a hand on an angel
Even while she's gone her presence to me is never far.
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