I have a walk with the man in black
As he talks about his lady fair.
With perfect skin and golden hair;
He yearns for the day he'll have her back,
He mentions his love of the bright blue sky
When it is cloudless and clear.
Her description causes him to tear
While he sees his love's soft eyes.
Then he sighs with pain he cannot bear.
I gently take his true love's hand;
Leading her to death's calm land.
But for him; she will always be there.
Author notes
Arg-- I'm sorry. My left temporal lobe is gone, which is the boss of creativity. My right one is trying to learn, but it is inexperianced So consider this exercise.
I still can't type well, and I have completely forgotten how to spell.
Any critisism is welcomed
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