I cannot leave her, I love her too much,
I know we had a deal, but no deal is worth this,
To leave the one you lived for, to leave her for good,
No one can do this, no one can do that.
You are immortal Death, you do not understand
You take, break hearts, no emotion is shown.
How can you live, without emotion?
How can you live without love?
If you ever knew, if ever you knew the price of death,
The pain, the hollowness, sadness, if you ever knew,
You take, because you can never have.
I LOVE HER! DO YOU HEAR ME DEATH? I LOVE HER!
What must I do to show it, huh?
Must I drink all the waters of the oceans?
Must I climb the evermost peaks of this world?
I'll do it! One million men and women and all their emotions could not cover the quantity of my love for her.
I loved her when our eyes first met.
I loved her when she left me for another man, one not worthy of her love.
I loved her when she first made the deal with you to take her soul just so she may feel love once more.
I love her still. I love her now.
And you want to break that love.
Hercules himself could not break the shackles that binds our love together.
Must you come here, and take away what you have not had sir?
I shall do anything for her, but I cannot die.
I shall not go. And nor shall she.
We must remain together, and die together, and forever be together.
She is my reflection. Her soul is as clear as crystal,
And as hard as diamond. She is a pearl, a jewel in the midst of sand.
Bury me with her, and all things shall be overcome.
Leave me without her, and I am nothing but darkness, no color,
I am the earth before creation.
I am sight without eyes, smell without a nose, and taste without a tongue.
I am emptiness.
How sir, can you separate us. For what God has made, no being can put asunder.
Is that not true?
I Love Her. I would die for her. But not under the circumstance of her forgetting.
For with the forgetting I become not even a has been, but a never was.
That part of life would have been as if it did not exist.
Nay sir, I am sorry, but you cannot take me, not now, not ever.
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A bit long. But the lover is ranting to Death. So, he rants.
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Every time i comment i always say,or think, that you write very expressionately. The same goes for this one. I wonder what it would feel like to yell that at death like that if i ever got the chance. I imagine that i would feel heart-grippingly sad and stubborn, just like this was. By the way,this really wasn't that long,or if it was, i really didn't notice because it flowed well and read fast.
No criticism once again. good write.
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Ooh.. I like this !!! The emotion of refusing to give in to what Death wants of him because his love will forget him.. I love it! The struggle to understand how anyone could go on in "life" without feeling any emotion (like Death) at all.... Very puzzling indeed.. You have done such a great job here in expressing his desperation in trying to make Death understand why he cannot give his life.. Well done!! I really love this! Bravo!
Jetleena
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