Just as slowly as a raindrop falls,
‘IT’ came to me with open arms
I knew ‘IT’ had heard my calls
For ‘IT’ had come in steady trots.
I knew the words ‘eternal love’
But still I hesitated to speak;
‘IT’ was dressed as a dove,
With a flower in its beak.
‘IT’ halted by me with her timid smile,
A beauty that I had never seen
The words had gathered in a pile,
Whose weight stooped me down.
I emptied my heart of the last word,
‘IT’ knew; ‘IT’ had found ‘eternal love’
All the words were clearly heard,
And ‘IT’ hugged me and moved closer.
But then I showed reluctance for ‘IT’
Because I had recognised-
I knew Death was ‘IT’,
And Death had found ‘eternal love’ with me.