lo and behold you came to raid
Our beloved heart you wish to trade?
The gentle breeze made me hot
You strike with all your might
Tears on our check,anguish down our heart.
Our wound as deep as the sea
O!death,endeavor to think twice
Even though you are inevitable
Our deep wound is greatly incurable
Death turn to be our road,
Life changed to be our traveller
And your wrath grace is brutal
Soul u promised to be our guide
Oh! Death,to men u are a great mystery.
As a Poetess, I don't want anything but a place in everyone's heart.