The Grim Reaper

I love the way the moon shines on his face
And how he stands beneath the cloudless sky
But though I feel the love in his embrace
The life I'd have with him he does deny;
I cannot show the love I hold for him-
My lovely Prince of cold desending night-
Because the flame of life for me grows dim
While his will burn forever just as bright.

I'll see him as I leave the world behind
He'll take my hand and lead me on my way
And though he could convince time to rewind
My love, the Reaper, will not let me stay.

It was not wise to fall in love with Death
But I shall love him 'till my dieing breath.