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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