Death

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Lean on me, my dear 
You have been carrying too much weight, so lean
Please don't decline, let me help you 
You need me as much as I need you, so please 
You bring so much happiness and I bring sadness but it doesn't matter because all is in balance 
You must be so exhausted, please give your weight to me
Rest, my love, with all the happiness you bring, there is a price 
I love the gifts you send to me, but none bring me more joy than being with you
I just wish to lay with you
Please, I beg of you, do not leave me
You know we must keep the world in balance 
I know you do not like how my black eyes stare into your white ones
I know you do not like whenever I wish to run my fingers through your powdered white hair 
I know you do not like my untidy way of giving you the gifts of my creation
But, I like your curly powdered white hair and I like your white eyes that strike my eternal soul
Your gifts you give back, I make new for you, I hope you like the next one for he has your hair and eyes but make them blue to represent yours 
I hope you understand, my dear, I care more than you can imagine
I am in love and I hope you are too
Your Dearest Friend, Death 

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