Dead, dead, dead <br />Stone cold dead, sans <br />Warmth or breath <br />Lies my love for you... <br /> <br />Murdered by the jealousy <br />And hatred you bore <br />For those who mothered <br />Blood of my blood <br />Flesh of my flesh... <br /> <br />No Phoenix is love <br />To resurrect from ashes. <br />Once dead <br />To dust it turns.<br /><br />Mathews Ninan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-62/
