Mourning

 Mourning

I mourn the death:

Of the girl with a bright smile,

And twinkling eyes.

I mourn the death:

Of her hopes to have,

A life full of vested love.

I mourn the death:

Of her wish to have,

A life of music and dance.

I mourn the death:

of a girl Who aspired,

To lead the life,

Of a loving wife;

I mourn the death:

Of all Things she,

believed in;

Of All the vows she,

wanted to keep;

What more, is there to mourn for?

When life decides,

what else To make of her!