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Be Like Ligeia

It's about being with someone you love after death. Please comment.
Even though I am in death’s arms,
It doesn't mean he can embrace me forever.

Think not of me as Ophelia,
She still sleeps silently in her sanctum,
I will be like Ligeia and rise from this tomb,
Escape from these four walls of stone.

Believe in me as I in you,
And let our love blossom once more,
For I am immortal with my ghostly ways.

Do not weep for me, my love,
I will stay in this realm with you,
You will not be alone.

People die,
But true love never perishes,
And I can't love any more than I do.
What do you think of the poem?
I love it.
It's okay.
It needs work.
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Published: 8/29/2012
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