DEATH OF MY BELOVED
Twelve o' clock,and all's well,
Shouts the time keeper.
With the final stroke of the bell,
My Beloved bids farewell.
She is now thee eternal sleeper.
It is God's will that her heart be still.
Her hand from mine i release.
Now,she is at peace.
I give her one last kiss.
Her love i shall truely miss.
At last,from her illness she is free .
I cry,mournfully.
As her spirit floats toward the sky,
I hear a faint goodbye !
Stunned, how can i stand to be alone
in a house that is no longer a home ?