Death By Thee Poem by Jorge Alexandre
Death By Thee
Thy moments seem long,
Thy burning flame longer,
It seems the waterfall; falls not on me,
And I am left for death; to die; to sleep.
Embroil me and cook me to degree,
And thy spirit shall forget;
What thou heart may come to deceive.
The present spares no gift;
And thy future is tender and tense,
It seems thine does sign death upon me,
With love; with love; by thee; by thee.
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