6. dying in their arms poem

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In my lover's tender embrace, I find solace,
As life's flickering flame dims, I face my final trace.
Whispers of eternity gently brush my skin,
As I surrender to the abyss, where beginnings and ends begin.

In these arms, love blooms like a fragile flower,
A sanctuary of warmth in my final hour.
With every beat of our entwined hearts, I feel the grace,
As we dance on the precipice, bound in this intimate space.

Time slips away, as seconds turn to gold,
I cherish each breath, as the story unfolds.
In a symphony of sighs, our love takes flight,
And I embrace the darkness, guided by your light.

With whispered confessions, we share our last words,
Unveiling secrets, like songs of wounded birds.
I find serenity in your gentle touch,
As I bid farewell, I know I loved you so much.

The world fades to whispers, a distant refrain,
As I drift away, released from all pain.
But know, my love, that in this final embrace,
I found peace and comfort, in your loving grace.

In the realm beyond, where spirits roam free,
I'll watch over you, my love, eternally.
For even in death, our souls remain entwined,
Forever bound, in a love that transcends time.

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