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I wrote this poem in the early nineties after a friend of mine died of AIDS. She contacted H.I.V. by having intercourse with a "one night stand". This was before the current medication prolonged those afflicted lives. As I was thinking about her I said to myself, "Imagine Death comes in the form of love" and wrote the poem. the lesson is you don't have to be gay or use dirty needles to contact H.I.V
Death Comes In The Form Of Love
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Ronald Doe
A pretty girl meets a handsome man,
Once upon a Saturday night.
He takes her home and he kisses her,
And they make love with all their might.
Passion runs wild thru the midnight hour,
And they're making love galore.
But in the heat of this moment,
Death comes knocking on the door.
Cause death comes in the form of love,
And it's as black as the ace of spades,
And we should all be leery of,
A virus that leads to Aids.
A pretty girl in a motel room,
She's with a very handsome man.
He gives the girl a warm embrace,
And a look that she understands,
All she sees is the handsome face,
Of this strange paramour.
And she's too naive to ever believe,
That death is knocking on the door.
Cause death comes in the form of love,
And it's as black as the ace of spades.
And we should all be leery of,
A virus that leads to Aids.
A pretty girl in a waiting room,
And she's as sick as she can be.
Because a doctor has just told her,
That she now has H.I.V.
A pretty girl on her death bed,
Just waiting on The Lord above.
And before she dies she reminds all,
That death comes in the form of love.
By Ronnie Doe
Death Comes In The Form Of Love by Ronald Doe @FamilyFriendPoems
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Once upon a Saturday night.
He takes her home and he kisses her,
And they make love with all their might.
Passion runs wild thru the midnight hour,
And they're making love galore.
But in the heat of this moment,
Death comes knocking on the door.
Cause death comes in the form of love,
And it's as black as the ace of spades,
And we should all be leery of,
A virus that leads to Aids.
A pretty girl in a motel room,
She's with a very handsome man.
He gives the girl a warm embrace,
And a look that she understands,
All she sees is the handsome face,
Of this strange paramour.
And she's too naive to ever believe,
That death is knocking on the door.
Cause death comes in the form of love,
And it's as black as the ace of spades.
And we should all be leery of,
A virus that leads to Aids.
A pretty girl in a waiting room,
And she's as sick as she can be.
Because a doctor has just told her,
That she now has H.I.V.
A pretty girl on her death bed,
Just waiting on The Lord above.
And before she dies she reminds all,
That death comes in the form of love.
By Ronnie Doe
Death Comes In The Form Of Love by Ronald Doe @FamilyFriendPoems
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