Through Death’s Eyes/The Borrowed Heart

Everyone cheered—the real Joe, the girl,
A love restored, a perfect world.
But my eyes strayed, my heart held tight,
To Death who vanished in the night.

What thoughts he bore as he let her go,
The fire he felt she’d never know.
A borrowed heart, a fleeting grace,
A love etched deep in timeless space.

He walked the earth with borrowed skin,
A shadowed soul where life begins.
In Susan’s gaze, he found a fire,
A mortal ache, a deep desire.

For what is love to one who stays,
Beyond the reach of fleeting days?
Yet in her arms, time dared to slow,
A spark he held, but couldn't show.

And when the veil was drawn once more,
He left her world—his heart still sore.
Not she, but he, in shadows fell,
A silent love no tongue could tell.

While they rejoiced, I stood apart,
And mourned for Death’s forsaken heart.

By Me and ChatGPT