Cemetery Secrets
She's safe under a tender night,
Her cemetery secrets aground.
Cuddles alone in Moon’s sight,
on cold grass Her rest is sound.
Sleep for Her is temporal,
its fond love of Her unique.
Dreaming smile is ephemeral,
Her Love cuddles in Death’s sheets.
His love and caring happy ways,
paled Her shadow with His Sun.
She never marked down their days,
no tally needed for They had won.
Smiles woven in Their burdens,
Knowing each held up Their world.
His Sun set by partisan curtains,
burned by nations’ flags unfurled.
Her cold days altered into nights,
dreams dawn His love warmed Sun.
Her sleeping heart in smiling heights,
curled on the grass of Her Loved One.
EaS
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