What a sweet lover death is,
She promise you a ride to the stars,
And in every passing tick & tide,
Reminds you of the promised ride.
She meets you on you doorstep,
And stuns you with her charm,
Has she kept you waiting? never,
Not a moment in life ever.
What a wise lover death is,
She sees past your pomp & gaud;
In gowns of gold and jade,
And a sheen of void fame,
You meet her with a bulging pride,
Wish to sweep her with your foxy hide;
But she seeks in you the only true light,
The spirit, the one precious in her sight.
What great lover Death is,
One touch and turn you wise,
On the life long pretense and lies;
When life rides the shadowy lane,
To light you step blind and insane;
Who bear the heat to seek the light,
Death is a just a step to another light,
Death is a fine lover, lover with great insight.
