Death always comes and knocks on your door,
Life lasts long but not forever more,
A cold shiver own the spine,
More green on a maple or pine,
A deep feeling in the depth of your heart,
A longing wish for a fresh start,
Till little miss reaper creeps out of the Dark,
She means no harm but douses your spark,
She comes in peace and comes with love,
Her very kiss is from heaven above,
She feels alone as we all run away,
I pray for her soul every day,
I long for her warm embrace,
I wish she knew how much i chase,
I do not wish for myself to die,
But saying I do not love her would be a lie,
Being without her reaches down and shatters my soul,
Without my little miss reaper i will never be whole,
I could toil through this short wisp of a life,
Or take the Little Miss Reaper to be my
WIFE