I will not speak for I want to hear thee
Thou sayest thy love will survive eternity
But I shall not trust
Until I feel thy ubiquitous presence
In my being, till I touch and see
As if thou art a tangible reality
If thou art time; pass me by
If thou art water; leave me damp
If thou art salt, give me a taste
Make me a lively concoction
Take me and conjugate.
And we shall exist thereafter
Make what they call love
Tis shall only be living for me
Not that I have not lived before
But that oblivion hath claimed me
The day I breathed thy fragrant breath
And I cannot promise to live thence
If I have to live without thee
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