The Beautiful Departure

Your lips are as cold as winters fierce bite.
My heart breaks as I see you lying there.
The reaper came and killed you with his scythe.
I neal and bury my face in your hair.
How could someone take you away from me?
I grasp your hand and wish you weren't gone.
No one was as fair and gentle as she.
The wind whistles as if it sang a song
Her hair blew slightly as I carried her.
My footsteps echoed down the hallway.
I laid her down and pulled down her shirt.
She was gone, it was the end of the day.
She will always be my one and true love.
Her soul has flown away like a peaceful white dove.