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Her final Choice

Poetry By: FyresydeHerbalyst

This poem came from all of the pain that has been given to me over many years.

Submitted:Jan 12, 2008    Reads: 239    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   

To love is to be completely you
To show a heart so pure and true
Give everything over and show your love
Show that is was given to you from above
Her love was taken, her heart shattered
The bruises gone, no longer battered
She had had enough, no more could she take
Instead of a knife, a wooden stake
As he lay there close to death
She drew close for his final breath
His final words he uttered true
"My dear, I'm sorry, I'll always love you."


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