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About This Poem
My Inner Strength
For Achilles it was his wounded heel
For Sampson his cut off hair
For me I would loss my inner strength
If you were no longer there
Like Stanley looking for Livingstone
Like Ponce de Leon searching for youth
I would scour the world looking for love
If you were gone – and that’s the truth
Brutus was the end for Caesar
Waterloo for Napoleon
If ever you were to go away
I would cease to carry on
Throughout the pages of history
Are stories with which I relate
But as long as you stay here with me
I won’t suffer a similar fate
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