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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=481283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Death Of Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my arm is cold and numbed<br>And then laid to its final rest<br>I wander what thought that it could have<br>If only to God and man it could confess.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my eyes close for their very last time<br>What would be the last sight for them to see, <br>Would it be a sight, that gave a delight<br>To be cherished by my soul through me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my fingers loose their sense of touch<br>What touch would be missed most of all<br>Would it be the roses in the summertime<br>Or the many leaves, that I touched in the fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my lips quiver their last time to close<br>What would be the last thought of it to miss<br>Would it be to say a prayer or maybe speak a thought<br>Or would it be, to give my one last kiss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When it is my time to to leave this world<br>I know from this world I must leave alone<br>But I need to feel love, as I say goodbye to life<br>As never again will my soul or thoughts roam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before my arm goes it needs one last hug<br>Then it will go with a pain and a delight<br>And before my eyes close shut as surely as they will<br>They must see heaven in sight, that night.<br>Before my fingers loose their since of touch<br>A woman's hair or a rose I need to brush<br>They must feel the softness that they once had known<br>Then happily they will leave with just a hush.<br>My heart would beat one last time for you<br>And for my lips, what would be their final wish<br>Would it to say a prayer or a poem to recite, <br>Or it would be a last goodbye kiss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my body is gone and it is buried deep<br>And my soul is heading to heaven above<br>No one might worry about me leaving this world<br>But when I gone, there will be the death of love..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Randy L. McClave</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Randy+McClave">Randy McClave</a><div class=q>
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And then laid to its final rest
I wander what thought that it could have
If only to God and man it could confess.

When my eyes close for their very last time
What would be the last sight for them to see, 
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