My Beloved.

Before her, I wept
Inconsolable, afraid;
Her body now lifeless
On the bed I made.

She spoke of the peace
And of the ease she could feel.
Of the life she loved that was slipping
Too few words could reveal.

Before her, I kissed
The smile that now froze,
So hard against the lips
Of my beloved.

In aching pain, my heart throbbed;
Incomplete, I yearned
For the half of my heart
To awake and return.

The pale skin of my angel,
Honey eyes corrupted
Of all life's ordeals --
Our love disrupted.

Too few can feel
What I feel when I see
The breath that escaped my soul
When she looked at me.
Too few can know
The smile she smiled
In response to the witty
Remarks I supplied.
Too few can love
The way I loved
The face of my heart
In my beloved.

Before her, I weep,
Inconsolable, afraid;
Her body now lifeless
On the bed I made...

The bed I made for my beloved.