Will Out
Will out
To have nothing is too much for my worth on this earth I stand
Only that you know that I am always thinking of you is my plan
I care not for your love or the rare moments we shared whilst lambs
The curse of time is my payment to you for just a thought I demand
The world is wicked and I am not a wicked enough a man
The seasons change and forever my love for you will out or forever I will be damned
This is my final love poem to you my dearest Sam.
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