Do Not Lament

Behold a tale of Carla the bold,

Whose body was a temple of love-

A temple that carried a garden within,

With flowers cursed to grow

Until that temple fell.

Bright Carla traveled near and far

And all who witnessed her power cried:

Fair angel how did you learn to love

A body that is bound to turn against itself?

Dear friends, she smiled, I do not blame

The body that carries carries me and my pain

And do not lament or pity my fate

For death does not define me.

The people hid their doubts in shame,

For worry and love are never the same.

But those who learned to love without fear,

Know in their hearts that she is near

And that death did not define her.