Her long and lovely raven hair
Enhanced her face of worldly pride,
For no one’s beauty could compare
With hers, no matter how they tried.
I still recall the time I spied
Her dancing in the grand ballroom.
That memory now seems unespied,
For death has laid her in a tomb.
Her movements were so graceful there.
Across the floor she seemed to glide
As if she walked upon the air
Effortlessly and dignified.
I watched her and I felt that I’d
Been watching someone faced with doom.
It seems my feelings hadn’t lied,
For death has laid her in a tomb.
Her smile and grace caused men to stare
And wish that she would be their bride,
But none of them could be aware
That with her fate she soon would ride.
I still recall the day she died
And how I felt the empty gloom
With every single tear I cried,
For death has laid her in a tomb.
Dear Venus, walk along her side
In fields where lovely flowers bloom,
And serve her fully as a guide,
For death has laid her in a tomb.
Jan. 17, 1982
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