Thus, Without You
What are these scenes
The vibrant bluest of skies
Blackest of dark night
If, I be blind
And cannot see
What about the melodies
Twilights oft blowing breeze
Or, that of morning songs dear
If, I be deaf
And cannot hear
What of touch
The sun upon skin
Or, dew upon heel
If I be paralyzed
And I cannot feel
Where are ‘tis words
If lost among poets
Or wisdom in ages, withering
If, I be mute
And cannot quote them
Lastly, passions, infatuations
In deepest loves free
Or gone, unto ardent sorrows
If a man
Merely, I cannot be
Then, thrust in the dagger
Cut out ‘tis heart
And banish mine soul
For, if I merely exist
Thus, without your love
I cannot live or as whole
Then, from this world
But, one lone wish
Please, grant me this
That I shall not again ever be
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