By Somkiat - M

Once I figured out she dealt with death
By slowly moving the spade up and down.
Strange but true, there was still the sound of breath
That moaned aloud from a space below the ground.
Wondered I... was there a badge of sorrow
On her whiter than white, pale, prideful face?
Tried have I to look above and below,
Yet, felt and saw only her shameless grace.
Alas! Why was I lost in her sweet oaths
Which died at the fall of September's leaves?
And why, heedless was I to cast those graveclothes?
Worse yet, why failed she to hear our Love weep?
Then, while expending my reasons to strive,
She dug the grave and buried our Love alive!

Submitted By butterfly

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