Death

Dear death,

Tread slowly,

For it pains

And makes me cry,

To lose dear ones,

And to see them cry,

Take care

So they don’t inspect me die,

For they care, for they love,

They can’t see their dove

Leave for a journey

From which they know

He will never return,

Hence, dear death,

Quietly steal away my soul

From my body,

Otherwise,

I would dare complain

To God, for your Mercilessness.