Two Deaths

There were no diamonds to compare to her eyes

No roses to lips or raindrops for cries

The sun never set that overtook her smile

All angels were demons compared to her style


She whispered this once, I love... I fear

A whisper returned, two lovers drew near

The days became shorter, faster than fall

Winter came early, hearken it's call


The sky became quicksand, thought lost the day

Her essence was falling, cut dripping away

Sad, wrong, and simple, but not three from two led

One final kiss, and then we were dead.