Death Bed

In life's unfolding tapestry, a scene so sweet,

Two souls conversing, secrets to greet.

A vision of beauty, a moment so divine,

Yet shadows of mortality, in whispers entwine.

Amidst the dialogue, a question profound,

On the canvas of existence, where dreams are found.

"What in the end," they pondered, faces drawn,

In the quietude of twilight, before the dawn.

He spoke of satisfaction, a heart content,

A life well-lived, every moment spent.

She, with wisdom, sought freedom from regret,

A dance with time, a graceful pirouette.

In the theater of thoughts, your vision unfurls,

A tale of love, where life gently twirls.

On that final bed, where shadows descend,

I see you there, my eternal friend.

Wealth or poverty, mere whispers in the air,

What truly matters is the love we share.

Happiness, the currency of moments we weave,

In your embrace, my soul finds reprieve.

A partner in this journey, through joy and strife,

My reason for happiness, the essence of life.

As the curtain falls on this grand display,

In your arms, I'd find peace, my love, I'd say.