Death is born in silence.
It screams no newborn wail
announcing its arrival.
It is the stealthy, gloved thief
that leaves no fingerprints -
save of a tombstone.
It is Time's reminder that Love
is yet mortal - it lives and dies,
denied immortality.
Love me then, while Death
is distracted by other chores,
harvesting in other shores.
Death is my tomorrow;
you are my living Now.
I pledge unspent minutes to you,
remaining heartbeats to you avow.
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