Three words they will speak, when he and she meet.
Never felt so weak, head down to their feet.
"Dear, please do not weep. I love you, you see."
His hand held by her, she spoke. Tears not few.
"Raise your head my love. Please now, it's my cue,
In the Grim Reapers fest. The peaceful rest
My soul will not lack, since our love won't die.
Never would it crack, from mortal distance."
This is what I call, the start of new love.
Not a fatal fall. Not a dark filled cove.
Love at its best, they will feel a new zest.
Do not cry, lest mortal death will have part
Their bodies. Still tangent will be their heart.
"I love you and death won't do us a part."
They spoke together as their world turned dark.
