To Dust

I drift to ash, to dust, to sand;

I found the fairest in the land;

I was lost, and I was found;

I was six feet under the ground;

She saved me from eternal dread;

Thoughts of her danced through my head;

All the while I started to weep;

For my Love I could not keep;

My love was sworn;

My heart was torn;

I drift to ash, to dust, to sand;

I lost the fairest in the land;

She felt my heart, She felt my care;

Now I ask, was She even there?

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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