Laid to Rest

"Come back to bed," she whispered

Softly to the wind,

"My heart grows cool without you,

As the light between us dims.”

“Come soon, my love, remember

How I burned for your caress?

Before the flames expire

And our passion’s repossessed.”

“The time grows late,” she pleaded

Though resigned now to the chill,

She sunk beneath the covers

Where he found her cold and still.

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