Our Resting Place....

A Poem by Eccentric

Love eternal.

Damp, freezing ground
Rotting autumn leaves
The trees are whipping in the wind,
But all I see is you.
Your pale, ethereal face
Timeless in all its glory
I touch it, frame it within my rotting fingers
And gently touch your long-dead lips
You seem to smile,
There among the freshly-turned
Dirt and leaves.
Deep within our grave,
I sleep next to you, my beloved.