When I Die

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When I die,
I ask you this,
place on my lips,
a final kiss.

Hold my hand
just one more time,
to let me know
that you were mine.

And whisper low,
into my ear
the "I Love You"
I need to hear.

I ask you please
don't shed a tear,
for time is short,
and Death be near.

Just hold me close,
and tightly too,
and let my gaze
rest upon you.

You are my light,
my very soul,
I am so sorry
that I must go.

But darkness comes
on slippery feet,
and bekons me
his path to meet.

Soon now dear,
I'll have to go,
it pains me more
than you'll ever know.

To leave you here,
so all alone,
to miss me dear,
when I am gone.

The moonlight pale
in yonder sky,
please hold me tight,
I don't wish to die.

I tremble not
from the cloaking cold,
but from Death's own touch,
like ice, I'm told.

He pulls me close,
his face a mask,
but before I go dear,
once more I ask;

Before I pass,
I ask you this,
place on my lips,
a final kiss.

Hold my hand
just one more time,
to let me know
that you were mine.

Goodbye...

Copyright 2011 D.B. Frank, author of NIGHT WHISPERS, available at: https://www.createspace.com/3541836

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