Death

Death
When death had finally come to my side,
I smiled, said welcome, and held his cold hand.
For never had I been afraid to die,
Been waiting I had for him all my life.
Like lovers promised to be together,
How long he would have to wait no matter.
Naive, youth, and the beauty had left me.
Soon friends and family would leave me be.
But death would stay with me till forever.
More loyal than the most faithful lover.

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