My beloved killed me once, And really, I died aptly twice So badly, she fridges me to ice At every sight of her elegance The charming stare of her face, Can a soldier’s frown calmly entice Oh she shot me a smile with grace, And there I died. I died there, once! My beloved killed me once, And really, I died aptly twice She graved me with a warmth embrace And therein, yet, I died more once! -James T. Abel Adesitimi Discover more from Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email. Type your email… Subscribe