Scarlet Henson
As I ponder, I think of your scent,
Indeed, your addictive, lingering aroma.
Then, I fade when I think on what could have been.
I feel as if I have drifted into a coma.
When I breathe, I breathe your name,
Even when your breath is dead.
At a glance, I yearn for the day
When our resolution shall be read.
Oh, my sweet Juliet,
How could I have let this happen?
My demise is imminent,
My bones shall rest with yours again.
Dear beauty, dear love, dear every beat of my heart,
We shall no longer wander apart.
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