Thursday, June 16, 2011

poem for my last love. . .poem 12


Life without love like                      air without breathing
     Air without breathing            like death without pain
        Sound of the nature              breath deeply sing in me
and silence the whispering         summons from death
When I become tired of this mourning sad life
I will adventure to the afterlife
Hold me to close so that I may stop breathing
And know that you are that you are my only true love
I lay my head down to my sweet deathly lullaby
The vary last shoulder I cry to is yours
I lean up and whisper my vary last words
The one truth before I slip away
And listen as no one begs me to stay
The vary last words I say to you
My only true love
I love you

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