Where hath thy warmth go?

Thy embrace that kept me home for long?

Gone are those secret pleasures that arose in thy promises?

Thy blood flow seemed to cease.

It has darkened and coagulated.

Thy eyes fastened yet sight’s passing through space.

Thy ears listen but meaning remains unprocessed.

Chilly feeling aroused from thy presence.

Thy heart refused to pump.

Thy mind halted to reach out.

Thou art dead.

A cadaver.

My Love is!

No, thy love, once mine, hath died!

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But I still love you!