Deaths Gift of Love

Poetry

A thousand deaths I’ve died for thee
Alone in all loves mystery

Fear my capture preventing speak
You steal my strength bring forth the meek

In dream and life and beat of heart
In dark of night and sunlit day start

Always your beauty forefront to me
The hunger grows to know your company

Food nor drink appease this pain
Night and Day one in the same

A thousand deaths a thousand more
I can not bear the thoughts in store

So to the blade I turn in heal
My pain my life the cut does steal

Your eyes I see in final rest
My love I send in deaths quest