He came to her in the night, <br />His eyes gleamed, and shined <br />His hand caressed her soft skin <br />Near the firelight. <br /> <br />He came again in the day <br />His smile broad <br />His lips touched her tender mouth <br />Near the carriage bay. <br /> <br />He married her during that year <br />His hands so strong <br />Clasping her tender fingers <br />Near the fountain where. <br /> <br />He cared for her when she grew old <br />His aged hand holding a blanket <br />Covering her wrinkled skin <br />Warding off the cold <br /> <br />They died together buried there <br />Their bones now brittle <br />Separated in two cold boxes <br />Longing for each others stare.<br /><br />tiyler durden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-the-lovers/
