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Poems are not in my line, But I write for your sake. Hoping you'll appreciate, My written works of love. The music I play, Is never been easy. For you to understand, 'Cause melody's difficult to find. The photos I take, Is a work of my love. That captures the light, That makes my world bright. Nothing's impossible. For those who love. Everything's a dream come true, For those who believe.

Death knocks on my door, And I let him in. He sits on my bed, And asks me to lie down. I want to ask him why, But I cannot utter any words. He asks me to close my eyes, And I obey whole heartedly. He sings me a lullaby, Which isn't familiar. He cuddles me in his arms, And it is too lovely. I feel safe, but he is death, And I am with him.