DEATH

There is nothing of me left, all passion has gone, and I await death, hopefully soon, As hope has, left my heart, I wish to die of that, I long to be kissed, yet the feeling of death, is gratefully soon upon me. please do not leave me when I die, stay holding my hand, for an hour, or so, so my soul feels at peace, and knows it was loved, even if you could not show it.