A Poem of Death and Love

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Sry, need more time on the jealousy oneshot.

If I should die and leave you here a while,
be not like others sore undone,
who keep long vigil by the silent dust.
For my sake turn again to life and smile,
nerving thy heart and trembling hand
to do something to comfort other hearts than mine.
Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine
and I perchance may therein comfort you.

Penny Haywood one shotsWhere stories live. Discover now