Your love is like a crimson rose, but
Roses have thorns, and
Thorns draw blood.
I have never stopped bleeding.
Even now,
though you've been gone for what's left of eternity
My heart still bleeds, and I don't think that
It will ever stop, even in death.
Your love is like quiet flame,
But fire is hot,
And heat brings pain.
I have never stopped burning.
Even now,
Though you've been gone longer than I can be sure,
My heart still burns, and I know that
It will never stop, even in death
Your love is like a stalwart tree,
But trees have weak limbs,
And weak limbs break.
I have never stopped falling.
Even now,
Though you've been gone forever and a day,
My heart still falls, and I know that
It will never stop, even in death.
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Submission Name: Even In Death
