Death, rather diffident
(rather shy)
comes to me & says:
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What a story! You had me at the edge of my seat throughout. Interesting way to personify death. I love the stanza about holding the 'littlest smile' in your hand. I'm happy you beat him this time!
I like the fact that Death's got a nice smile and could be a nice guy or lady or...I found it very funny and was enjoying the whole concept of it when suddenly it became a love poem and by the end a tear-jerking love poem. I also love the fact that the things Death would take back would be memories and the little things that would be important to just that person. A tear trickled down my cheek too as I realised that it was because you held on to 'her littlest smile' that enable you to cheat Death. Boy...is he going to be annoyed when he comes back for you! An out and out love poem that yet manages to tell a funny story and tackle the topic of a heartattack all at the same time. You've got a strange mind but I am partial to it and the effects that it can come up with. Keep amusing me and making me cry! I will put in a good word for you with Mr. Death and won't let him have his wicked way with you...I will have your 'littlest poem' clapsed in my hand Giana XXX