To Death, My Lover Poem by Trailakya Roy

You're my heart, you're my soul,
Pure like water having no foul.
You want me more than do I,
Know this very well, here's no lie.
You love me never to desert,
Love me really, there's no flirt.
Eagerly you move, I'm busy though,
You'll wait till night, surely I know.
Like a shade you move by my side,
With my pleasures, always you fight.
To take me away in your land,
Slowly in dark touching my hand.
I want you too after my task,
Wait a little more, it's now dusk.