My hot death happened in his eyes,
Passionate, they held my captivation.
Under his careful watch, I slowly withered away
Heated by his vivid eyes.
Delirious at the sound of his voice,
I drank his words of love and agony
That fell from calming lips onto my thirsty face.
Melted by his slightest touch,
I passed away, leaving my memory.
A memory of supposed happiness
Of a life that was nothing,
Until his warmth invaded my soul.
My spirit watched his tears flow
As my body relieved the last breath.
Those passionate tears from his fiery soul,
Why does he love one such as me?
Cold gripped me in my life
But I had him in my death,
I had his life watching me die.
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