Death's Antedote
As a shadow passed over her eyes
A new light began to arise
She felt a new hope fill in her heart
That she and he would never part
She could tell now he really cared
By how his eyes constantly stared
And every smile he passed to her
Was just one more way that she was sure
That this was real and not a fake
At least she hoped for her own sake
That this was true and not a lie
Because something like that might make her die
This poem was written by Cel Laroque on Mar 23, 2007.
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