She came to me like a spirit on a cold December’s eveClothed in tattered flowing robes And snow like stars glittered in her raven hairShe asked for my hand with a pleading gazeAnd said “Love me, for my time is short”So I held her a long while thereWhen morning broke she was no moreHer skin still warm against my touchAnd I thought a moment I felt her heart Beating beneath her breastAnd there she lay, My love that in my heart will never dieAt long last found her rest
Love undying, pure and true
March 22nd, 2001 | poetic