Death and Life

At times, I’ll think I’ve broken faith
With all I once held dear –
And, like a sad and lonely wraith,
I’ll wander far and near.

And, when I do, I’ll curse my birth
And blame my stinking breath
And lie upon some barren earth
And yearn for sudden death.

But then I’ll pause and think of you
And all your many charms,
And all I’ll ever want to do
Is hold you in my arms.

For you mean life itself to me;
Our love is joyous, right and free.

Photo by Dominik Scythe on Unsplash

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