I was late,
too late to see her.
I saw her in my front.
Standing there in all her beauty.
Her hair shined.
Her skin ambient.
Her eyes glimmered.
Her smile radiant.
She danced to the tune of life.
I was late, too late to see her.
Her hair dulled.
Her skin lurid.
Her eyes dimmed.
Her smile faded.
She danced away in death’s arms.
I was late,
But I was never too late to love her.
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