She slipped in --
Peering at him
Something beautiful
Curly black hair
Broad shoulders
Delightfully combined --
With almond brown eyes
She knew were concealed
Beneath his lids --
Sealed in sleep
And a frame --
Elegantly sinewy
Mildly slight
With shoulders --
That looked broad
To her own eyes
He's wrapped up
And curled about
A thick homemade quilt
Something her sisters --
Wove for him
It looked so --
To her own eyes
And at that moment
She knew she --
Loved him
Far too late
As fate would dictate
Her untimely demise
In only five months time.
By Lady Lost
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