My love, my love please tell me that it's you
Although you lie dead, I still hear your voice
A crescent moon drips red, your lips so blue
I’d infuse thee with life, if I had choice
We’d danced at nightfall, ‘neath constellations
Made wish on falling star, love beneath moon
I’m now prone to wild…gesticulations
You swore you’d never leave, now gone so soon
A maddened plan have I, debauched, depraved
Cemetery fence, shall not halt my task
With shovel, I advance upon your grave
Under stormy skies, your visage I’ll bask
Thunder makes music…I grasp icy hands
Caress pallid skin…exchange wedding bands
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