Illness my take my youth, my life, but not love my darling husband
It will never take my steadfast love,
We may be forever apart,
But I will always be near, watching you as time goes by,
May the snow capped mountains of Scotland remind you of me
The time we spent together upon it,
The bright stars, that night, this night, and all the nights,
Death may wash away my earthly bonds,
But will never wash away my memory of your hands, your breath
Your head upon my chest, listening to the beat of my heart,
My death is complete, now I wait for your only in your death, shall we meet again.
About the Creator
Kim Murray
Professional daydreamer, and full-time wordsmith, I write stories where fantasy quietly slips into reality. Nostalgia fuels my imagination, cozy games keep me grounded, and my cat provides moral support (and silent judgment).

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