Much I marvelled the thankful look,
While I pondered, thinking, and shook.
My mind always strays to eyes,
The ones that can’t tell lies.
I remember I was coming.
All my soul within me crumbling.
And so you come, gently clanging.
Distinctly I was awaiting.
By the grave, I saw the eyelids.
I made my bids.
Greeting and greeting with my skull,
The sky seems dull.
But in the fact that it was dripping,
Back into my memories assessing.
By my grave, I saw the carnations.
Quoth the envy, “Mind the impatiens.”
And your eyes have all the concerning,
While I pondered, facing, and free burning.
If by chance, my world bends.
If by chance, my would ends.
You can cope,
I have hope.