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An Honest Wish for Death

They say that perfect women go to heaven,

But if this is so why has she gone to hell?

Her tormented soul will never rest

While my soul dwells on earth,

For our union had made us but one.

My death would be sweet

If I could go to her

and our two souls live in harmonious bliss

For even hell would be heaven if she were there.

Her earthly qualities are nothing to those she possesses now,

For in that place she must be the angel of angels

And the best of the good.

I felt she was perfect when she was on earth

So her perfection now can only shine like the brightest star.

Perhaps if her soul shines brightly

She may be taken with fleet foot to the other side

And may join me

In a place where our bodies cannot join

But our souls once more can become one.