Friday, October 17, 2014

that love



i run the blade across my skin
and hope that death may bear my bones
our love was something that had been
and now that feeling is as stone


that love the sun could not outshine 
the moon itself could not endure
my mind the thought of you outlines
but scarce can take it for a cure


to die in love is not much lost
but life without is not much gain
to feel the bitter bite of frost
is better than false love attained



To earth I give my last goodbye
To you I let my love defy. 



Cheers.