Maybe I'll weep before I die Lying by you, my love, and cry. Feeling your heart beat close to mine. Probing your eyes for the last time- Maybe your tongue will taste my tears, While your sweet words will soothe my ears And with my face I'll touch your hair Its fragrance shielding off despair - Maybe I'll run my fingers close Along your lips, your brow, your nose As to remember beyond death Their subtle lines and how they met - And while we're holding us so near Then Death, the Still One, may appear The breath from my kiss He takes away And bids me come without delay - I'll feel Him stealing your embrace Your very face becomes His face My mind, my soul He turns to Him My heart grows faint, my eyesight dim - Already I am facing black And when I struggle to look back Maybe I'll catch a fleeting glimpse Of you holding still my lifeless limbs ...
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