It was a year since
You twirled and I kissed
Till I felt deep every inch
Of what you are when we sin,
life was too jealous
So It took you faraway
From my envious
Hands and castaway
You; whom I love into the hands of death
But my heart, yet
Has not repented from how it felt
Though your body be cold
But I still see you as beautiful
And I love like I feel you are here still.
Sir. Tomisin Eshton