If you are gone and I am left or else the other way— if one is, of a love, bereft to face the break of day, then one heart wakes to God’s own light; the glorious unfurled, and one, the bitter end of night; a cold and lonely world. Which one of us will live alone? My love, what does it matter? With one name etched in marble stone the other’s heart will shatter. ~ © 2006 By: W.D. Neighbors ~ |
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10/03/2009
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