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My Immortal

She seemed serene in sacred shroud
All pure and white like snow-capped cloud
But when I took a pensive peek
Beneath the cloth that hid her cheek

She glared at me with goldfish eyes
Her face now grey as winter skies
I groaned with grief, then wept out loud
My son, in haste, drew back the shroud

And clothed my sweet and scented rose
(Same girl who’d struck a goddess pose)
With sheet – to hide her skin of steel
At feet - now clay - I went to kneel

And in the stillness of that place
Where grief was fixed on every face
I closed my eyes to hide my pain
And conjured up my love, Lorraine

I thought of her that summer’s day
Before they stole her soul away
Immortal then, a princess proud
As pure and white as snow-capped cloud

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Quite emotional,I feel your pains each time I go through this piece .A well crafted one, Blue-eyed Bolla.

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