Love Of Death Poem by Jorge Alexandre

Mourn, torn from the chains of death,
Rippling onto the sword the nervosity of the flesh,
Oh, mourn in thy own way.

Show thyself, tyrant and king,
Show no wealth in thy beauty of thine skin.
Divine as it is.

In showing, show no pardon, my love,
For if you weep for me, weep only for death,
Only here could I find rest.

Weep not at my grave,
Seek not the heavy burden in the breast,
Acknowledge the death of love,
And the love of death.