The wind blew north,
She came forth,
The clock struck nine,
He said, "It's about time."
She planted a tender kiss
And asked, "Will I be missed?"
"Oh darling, come along,
You are my life, my bourbon."
The moon shone bright,
"Honey, it's time for my flight.
Now, I take your leave,
Soon into months, days will weave."
Moonlight glittered in the pond,
He saw her sobbing yond.
Sighs of yearning hearts,
Saw two loving souls depart.
The weather turned rough
As the craft took off.
She offered a silent prayer
For his safety and care.
In bed, she tossed 'n turned
And yearned for his return.
Somewhere around three,
She passed into a reverie.
At quarter to four,
Her phone enlivened with a roar.
She picked up the phone ringing;
It was him speaking.
Her joy knew no bounds,
When she heard his sound.
"How are you my dear?
I cannot hear you clear."
"Its m...me, darling!
The p...plane is falling -
Engine has s...snapped,
We are about to cr...crash."
"I love you dear,
Have no fear.
Our love is immortal,
Which even death cannot throttle."
Hearing this, her face went pale,
She could no longer inhale.
Before she could utter a word
Or a tear shed,
The phone gurgled a "beep"
And the line went dead.

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She could no longer inhale.
Before she could utter a word
Or a tear shed,
The phone gurgled a "beep"
And the line went dead.
simply A superb weave
Also, me thinks she be of vampire lineage......
Wow! You brought back 9/11 in an instant. The frailty of human life.