by C. Elizabeth Grey

Created on: February 16, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

All my life I loved to see the fair of face

Yet all my life I've never seen such beauty or such grace

I stood among the prairie flowers watching wind

And then i saw among the plains the face of him

I fell in love at once, he fair and sweet,

His face of icy loveliness, of grace his feet

He looked into my eyes and he said "come away"

I noticed then his hand outstretched for me

I knew his name was Death, his grip was fear

Yet I cared naught but not to tarry here

Never have I tasted things sweeter than this

But gladly I accept his hand and give him my first kiss.

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