I want to die as a bride,
wrapped in exquisite couture raiment,
radiant by the glory of juvenile's
coronet adorning the priceless moment.

With emerald, ruby, diamond and precious stones,
engraved to beautify the captivity i wore,
praises, murmurs and awe of stares,
to magnificence, elegance and sweet adore.

Euphoric eyes and smiling lips,
embellished with the sense of that one last kiss,
no sense of haste, no sense of risk,
just waiting to surrender to the ultimate bliss.

Executioner standing by my side,
to rescue me for the final call,
trail of blood dripping from perforated heart,
on the red attire becoming one and all.

My beloved gazes while i close my eyes,
willingly absconding, reason left to elucidate,
to all of them i dedicate this treatise,
who thought this day was not so late.

I want to make a humble plea,
'Please don't cry when i take in the last quiet breath'
a request to all who have always loved me,
cause i'm in love with my beautiful death.