jusqu’à la mort

In silence are true intentions unfolded

My lover’s hands become so cold

A stranger

Touch

Unbeknownst to me

In a blind fury, pain spreads across my face

His fingers slowly caress my neck

Clutching

Holding for dear life

But what life?

What life have I apart from him?

Our bodies slowly make way to our resting place

My tribute to love

A symbol of affection

Piercing his heart

For he is mine and I am his

Till death do us part

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