Tom Bell Poet Romanticism

Passage

So smug I was before
So rattled now by the ticking clock,
Thought I'd live forever,
Or longer than I will
Time took you away from me,
To where I do not know
I mourn each minute
Without you here,
Each hour brings me woe

The scents of spring,
The cleansing snows of winter,
Pass me by unnoticed
All I remember is your arms
Around me
And the sweet breath
Of unspoken love

The room, now cold,
The heart withered,
The life over,
Save but in sweet dreams
Of times long gone,

I only hope you
Somehow realized
My love burned bright
and true
And when my final
Minute comes,
I will think of naught
but you.

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