It was plain to see that usually
The man was amiable, even jovial,
But as of late there seemed a weight
Hanging its coat about his throat.
In past days, his happy gaze
Would light the world when it unfurled,
But now his eyes were haunted by
The loss of her, his special lover.
Oh wretched ease of peace,
And the horrid last breath of death...
How he longs to once again touch her soft and supple skin!
But no matter, he awaits the date
When heaven's grace will touch his face
And they will see eternity.
--C.R.E.
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