Practicing Poetess

Practicing Poetess

What a lovely way to die
In the arms of the one who loves you
Some must die alone; No lie
For they have no one to hold onto.

Young love hopes to live forever
Far from them are thoughts of death.
And are they prepared? No, never
When they draw their final breath.

Please remember her in beauty
When across your mind she dances.
Life goes on; you did your duty
Know that love gives second chances.
Practicing Poetess