Ten Fold That Of Hell - Poem by norman ayres
Her skin as firm and gentle as an alabaster sky,
such perfection in one person, i cant help but wonder why.
why the gods would put so much beauty in a woman oh so fair,
shes as wondrous as could be, right down to her fiery hair.
she encompasses my fondest dreams i have throughout the day,
but her ghost is also filling up my nightmares the same way.
i miss her voice inside my life, when she died i died as well,
the pain that i feel everyday is ten fold that of hell.
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