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As dawn would bring no daylight without dark
empty night; the clearest day no beauty hold
without the rainstorm's dismal murk.
As spring would bring no rebirth without cold
winter sleep; the fallen snow no cleansing
without the ashen stain of fall.  As love 
would bring no healing without the stinging
wounds of hate; and laughter give no joy of
gladness without the woeful tears of pain.
As peace would have no glory in its quest
without the fear of war.  Life's thrill would wane,
no meaning hold, without the awe of death.
As heaven is no prize without hell's fiery scene—
Forgiveness is no virtue without the sinner's sin.

Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Modern Sonnet
Contest: Forgiveness
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 10/08/2015


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Like arrows shot right through a weary heart
these words in anger pierce the tender flesh.
This gift of verse, each eager to impart,
is hindered as our egos wax afresh.

Why can't we just agree to disagree
and check our pride outside the cyber door?
Perhaps agape love still holds the key
to ending this vain philosophic war.

There was a time we shared each other's muse
and wrote a song for all the world to hear.
Such thoughtful lyrics penned in rainbow hues
gave both of us a vision that seemed clear.

To ponder losing this I cannot bear,
these humble words reveal that I still care.

Copyright © The Seeker | Year Posted 2017

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To Forgive Or Not To Forgive

To forgive or not to forgive, that is the question.
When you are offended, whether real or imagined
by a loved one, a friend, or by someone esteemed,
do you confront the other, or resolve to be patient?

If by some stroke of luck, the offender apologized
but turns around, talking glib gobbledygook,
do you keep silent and still, looking cool as ice,
or do you tell it to his face, that he’s more than a crook?

At such time as this, or any time for that matter,
it is best to forgive whether he asks for it or not.
Do not poison your heart with cyanide blather;
bitterness can bother like a bat’s up your butt!

Forgiveness frees the offended from the devil’s deceit;
and makes you smile at the debtor, as his debt, you forfeit.

*First line draws on Hamlet's soliloquy, Act III, Scene 1; W. Shakespeare

A modern sonnet.  
06 October 2015
Poem of the Week - October 11 to 17, 2015

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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The Fickle Path Of Love

Along the fickle path of love I weep
For patience has been tested many times;
Deceit has broken hearts and now they seep
Fulfilling pages void of verse and rhymes.

Why does the past bleed into life with you
And echo thoughts I cannot leave behind?
I’ve seen the love you claim; it echoes through,
From peaks ne’er seen before; no more confined.

I should have known you’d never do me wrong,
Play hurtful games the mind cannot endure.
But I am no artwork or perfect song,
Just woman, strong and sometimes insecure.

Forgive the doubts that plague me now and then,
Your love has brought me to a state of zen.

03rd December 2016 

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016

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Beside a Quiet Stream

I lived in a beautiful valley, beside a quiet stream
It was a place I escaped to when I needed to dream
surrounded by the tallest mountains in the world,
so I believed when I had been an innocent little girl

Pure until he walked down from the mountain high
He came to me without a word, we stood eye to eye
His only gesture was to reach out and take my hand
with that touch, the flames in my heart were fanned.

At last, 'hello,' was but a whisper from his sensuous lips.
He brought my hand to his mouth, kissed my finger tips
and then he said that he'd watched me for many a year,
grow from a child to a woman and I had nothing to fear.

I chose to believe every word that he breathed forth.
I took his other hand in mine and we headed North.

He asked me to journey with him and share in his life
He promised to take care of me as his friend and wife
He said with me by his side, everything we would share
and that for years he'd longed to have me as his lady fair.

It didn't matter where we went or even where we slept
but after a few years, what mattered was that I wept.
I cried because his promises all proved to be untrue.
I cried because I knew there was nothing I could do.

I walked away from him and headed South on my own.
Once again I dreamed in the valley where I lived alone.
The nights were cold as I lay down on the valley floor
there was no more warmth from the man I had adored.

When I slept I always saw the mountains fade away,
not the man who came to me beside the stream that day.

My ears heard a rustling, perhaps it was just the wind
but a shadow fell over me and the sunlight was dimmed.
"Hello," was all he said before he knelt beside me there
Once again he asked if life with him would I like to share.

How long we sat and stared at each other, eye to eye,
I'd not hazard to guess, nay, I'd not even care to try.
I asked, "What have you done in the years since I left?"
He said he'd almost died from a heart sad and bereft.

Four years it had been between 'hello' and 'goodbye.'
Years spent in my valley, where I thought I would die.
He stood before me now, this mountain of a man.
I rose up to my knees and then I held out my hand.

There is a kind of love one can only capture in a dream,
But some can be revived beside quiet waters of a stream. 

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016

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Hold Those Tears Falling From Sullen Skies

Hold Those Tears Falling From Sullen Skies

Hold those tears falling from sullen skies
floods below, drown the sorrows of lost men.
Enough that mother earth hears thy sad cries
angelic sorrow, weep thou not in sin.

Remain thee stalwart, life may reverse tides
heaping on thee, joy in sweet future times.
Sun again shines, ending dark, stormy rides
thee shall picnic far off in fairer climes.

When mortal spirits race on foolish paths
happiness flows away as morning dew.
Embrace thee not, misdeeds bring evil wraths
walk faithful course, one that is truly new.

Live life, Fate has no power in Hope's lands. 
For even Fate yields to angelic hands.

Robert J. Lindley, 10-28-2016


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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The Final Vow

The Final Vow

When finally the long shadow crosses my path
the wind carries away the new morn's dew
I shall then abandon my weary and dark wrath
against my tortured, imagined image of you .

Shall you notice this my change on that fateful day
A bare, broken heart at last thus mended
The end in which my silence holds its greatest sway
the black results of the promised love you rescinded.

My love, hear my last destined words to you
this cry to heal your bitter heart
This the last honorable, loving thing I can do
before forever our shattered souls part.

As these beautiful trees witness this my final vow
You may thus see, the true depth of my love now

R.J. Lindley
Nov. 9th, 1976

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Forgiveness a Noble Mindset

Forgiveness comes not from without,
Rather inward, born of understanding.
It's not an emotion given to shout,
This quiet strength never demanding.

Only a peaceful soul is calm, reflects,
A selfish one a churning rapid, shallow.
Forgiveness cares not for itself, it deflects.
Though pierced by thorns from a rose mallow.

Held close, yet in palms always revealed,
Shared with all without care or malice.
Forgiveness flows freely, never concealed.
Its seeds fell from a wooden cross, a holy chalice.
Forgiveness is the light that cancels dark debt,
As it gives completely,a noble mindset.

Contest Forgiveness 

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015

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Kiss of Forgiveness

I have been bruised, a wounded love,
trampled by uncaring wrong;
a joke, he laughs and turns away; his disgust
blatantly displayed. I offer God's shalom.
Neglected, a young wife disowned;
he the undisputed ruler of his realm.
His harsh commands hurled from his throne,
cutting and cruel. God grant him calm.
I dare not hate the bitter rod
he wields upon my shattered soul, nor react,
for it has hastened me toward God,
a mystery only experience can dissect.
I yield to providence, a jeweled grace,
that bids me kiss my persecutor's face.

Copyright, 9-2-2015
Faye Lanham Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2015

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In flash of lightning on clouds' darkest tide
Christ gave light to the world -He gave His life
to forgive all our sins, He suffered…died
Exemplifying His loving deeds  for
we’re His children, in Him we must unite.
His sacrifice gave Him unrivalled sore
to make His Love reign in this world, not grudge
Hatred inflicts pains of body, mind...heart--
Spoiling one's relationship, soul is smudged.
No sadness  follows or unending war
if our contrite heart will swallow its pride
and His Holy Spirit mediates and guide.
Jettison our heart’s  hurts through forgiveness
and sail on life’s light flow with happiness.

©2015Leonora Galinta
     All Rights Reserved

Sept. 30, 2015         11.15 pm

Also inspired by a bible verse:
Ephesians 4:32

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2015

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Forgive me father for I have sinned

Forgive me father, for I have sinned
For, I have lived a life of immorality
Full of shame for what was destined
Was not my intention to live a life of criminality
Poverty destroyed my feeble faith
Father left without a trace
Mother sold her body, turning wraith
My whole existence was a disgrace
So, here I am - in my hour of need
at your door seeking repentance
Don't send me to hell, I want to be freed
Do I really deserve such a sentence?

God, do you hear my call?
Or should I prepare myself for the fall...

Trashed  #3, sponsor, Broken Wings
5 October 2015
Silent One

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

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Night Angel

In deep slumber madness, she comforts me
Appearing, unencumbered, from the mist
Subconscious suspension our nightly tryst
Erasing my mind of bad memories
She mends and warms my soul so tenderly
Imbibing my thoughts and heart with her kiss
Lovingly fulfills a long ago wish
Thankfully restoring my sanity
Regularly she visits in silence
Enlightening my dreams with wholesomeness
Wiping my tears of angered betrayal
Exchanging her love for malevolence
I awaken with renewed happiness
Refreshed from the angelic portrayal

   an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Italian Sonnet rhyme scheme abba  abba  cde  cde
  14 lines  10 syllables per  140 syllables  80 words

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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Too Late

one day you'll look for me to make amends
the weight of what you've done too much to bear
one day you'll ask for grace for what offends 
You'll search for me but I will not be there

You'll come to me with heart and words exposed
a plea to start afresh and be at peace
You'll come with promise new that you've composed
and hope that guilty heart will find release

One day you'll come to know that you were wrong
and with the thought will come the awful pain
for you have robbed of me my inner song
and brought to me a grief I can't contain

One day, I know that this will come to be
too late will be that time for you and me

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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White Wing

Wings of fear flutter nightly in my heart,
a terror-taunt haunt that whittles my thought;
the brutish fist bruise-blackening heart-art -
my past-smashed man; wars in your head thought-fought.

The confidence you chip and slow-whittle;
brittle wing-white bone china hurled to smash;
a daily rage rampage to belittle -
sobbed scream-spittle, word-slap, jaw-smack, door crash.

Storm clouds of bruises gathering on skin;
a slow-strangle noose of words that slow-kill,
the red pain petals falling in slow-spin.
But I loved you then and I love you still...

Forgiveness sings to your acid-word sting
and brushes your soul with a dove's white wing.


Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2015

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Christmas Music

Compassion’s finger strums another note,
He listens as the angels start to sing,
Recalling lines from what apostles wrote,
Indwells the spirit held by Heaven’s king.
Succinctly spoken leaving soul in tune,
The gifts we need are never under trees,
Mosaic mustard seeds lit by the moon,
Aspires our gaze and prayers on bending knees.
Submits himself to love and sounds of grace,

Mistrust no longer drowns and mutes his heart,
United song with Christ, him to erase
So many sins in mercy to impart.
In essence, life and hope beyond today.
Contrasts the world, as it dissolves away. 

Written:  12.16.15

Recently entered
Contest: Your absolute best
Sponser: The Seeker

Previously entered
Contest:  A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic
Sponser: Andrea Dietrich

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015

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Et Portae Inferi Non Valebit, Gates of Hell shall not Prevail

Et Portæ Inferi Non Valebit
(And the gates of hell will not prevail)

Gates of Hell shall never ever prevail
promulgation of Truth forever stands.
Soul and Spirit each rings a sounding bell
Fate's ruthless results judges all the lands.

Vanities of all men foolishly praised
Spirit's dark desires bearing bitter fruit.
Rejection of He that was truly raised
lies and corruption are the stolen loot.

Righteous hearts look to Heavenly skies
sincere prayers, deliver such bless reward.
Mankind races onward using blinded eyes
to an ending very bitter and hard.

In the dark shadow of this evil world.
Our Creator's redemption has been hurled!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-11-2014

Syllables Per Line:  10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10  
Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Total # Words:  93

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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One word

Just one word, a mere word, in forgiveness,
to fulfill the promise behind your smile;
the virtue behind your allusiveness,
luring a foolish heart to beat awhile.
But silence, silence of indifference
more hurtful than a thousand words of blame 
remains in absence of lost reverence,
honest words leading to silence and shame.
But should honesty be felt in contempt
when words of love are spoken in goodness?
Benevolence in a sincere attempt,
to kinder the innocence of oneness.

Words of honesty sentenced in treason,
without understanding love’s true reason.

T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Evolution of the heart

Evolution of the heart

I rode out my charred chariot from the abyss,
And thought I had learnt to walk the streets alone.
As a sunflower I chased the sun trails known
Yet the wonted shadows cast I could not dismiss.
Like a soul without faith that still believes,
I dove deep into the murky lakes of animosity,
to peep through the fogged up mirrors of mortality,
And untangle cobwebs that minds can conceive.
Then I slithered down the bastions of dignity,
Reopening gashed wounds healed by sour time,
When harmony and peace wrestled ire and distrust,
Till I reached your door and stripped off your enmity,
As I understood what led you to that crime,
And reconciled that which we could do with what we must.


Placed 5th
Contest: Forgiveness
Sponsor: Craig Cornish

'Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.' - Mark Twain

Copyright © Ronald Zammit | Year Posted 2015

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Forgive me darling

My darling forgive me
I was not by your side
Was to blind to see
the emotions that you hide

Sorry for all the times I hurt you bad
All the times I was never near
I never wanted you to be sad
Did not want to cause any fear

Will you forgive me for not understanding
For not wiping away your tearful cries
For not knowing what was happening
It was too late when you said goodbye

You left and I cry alone
my heart has become a stone

6 October 2015

Copyright © Gabriel Sundman | Year Posted 2015

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To a Lotus Flower

When from afar I watch a Lily grow
And witness blooms with petals dipped in gold;
When skies I view rain love in steady flow,
And florist hands are rinsed I used to hold;
When breeze perfumes my mind with lilac scent,
Which drifts from flowers stemmed by Mother’s grace,
And swirls beneath my steps to represent
A second source more near of fragrant space;
Then do I weep for Lily’s sister too,
That both my daughters borne their father’s guilt,
Since Ava now, just four, shall question who
Paints nature scenes where pallid roses wilt;
     But tears will drown no sorrows felt in life,
     And thus I ask forgiveness from my wife.


Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2016

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And cultivate my hatred with my tears

Shall I give home to grievance and  to woe

And cultivate my hatred with my tears?

Shall I remember  carefully each blow,

And add this sorrow to my anxious fear?


I  thought by hating you I would have peace

And surely I had reason without doubt.

Yet  rumination  gave me no  release..

For wisdom and compassion it did flout


I remembered then  past love and  shared sweet words

I gave  them freedom in my anguished heart.

I did it for your sake, yet then occurred

A sweetness, joy and gladness in all parts.


To  forgive,repent and  let go of such grief

Helps us more than hatred’s legal briefs

Copyright © Katherine Thwaite | Year Posted 2016

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O' Broken Heart, Tis Now Thy Time To Mend

O' Broken Heart, Tis Now Thy Time To Mend

Decades past,  when free love was all the rage
we were not told, bait for the golden cage.
In our race to grab wild hearts from the skies
we ate the sweet dessert and believed the lies.

O' lasting regret, where does thy pain dwell
when my body sleeps, my soul is in hell.
Years ago, my pride led me so far astray
now these later years cause me to kneel to pray.

O' broken heart, tis now thy time to mend
life is not over, time can be thy friend.
Sing again, love can return with its sweet glee
soft kisses, her loving hands can set me free.

Future promise, grace me with clear new skies
send no more tears to flood with my saddened cries.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-11-2016

Form- Sonnet Lin 10/11

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Forgiveness Frees

Waking to a promising morn,
Refreshed from healthy brand new sleep
You will realize all kept, old scorn
That you have yet to cleanly sweep.
You will sip pain in your coffee,
Spy it all day sharing your seat.
When allowed, anger will free-spree
Through thoughts in a constant repeat.
Anger feeds when you sit to dine,
Lathers as you take a shower,
Shows in a book between each line,
Festering and growing power.

Only forgiveness will bring light
To ease the plight of each felt slight.

September 24, 2015
Contest:  Forgiveness
5th Place

Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2015

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Oblivion mind,
wandering in thoughts.
Idiotic smile,
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love

Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love

Copyright © shadab shaikh | Year Posted 2013

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The Promise of Forgiveness

When I said to my love, please forgive me? 
He smiled in affirmative consummation:
Instantly I knew it was for good to be;
He had no fleeting or flighty attestation. 

He was mine, my love, my one and only, 
But never such interactively nor by day;
Free to blossom and mill, and free truely, 
And complimented me in every way. 

His forgiveness meant a solid promise, 
Of nurture, love, direction and guidance;
That he would have stealth and premise, 
For that which I had so much avoidance. 

When my poor attitude did not do, 
He forgave, and took me through. 

2nd of October 2015

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

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The Forgiveness of Others

Warm, sticky hands palm off dry, self-centred ground,
Touched by gingerly acclaiming seeds of new-borns: 
Ready, willing and eager for the harsh, expecting role, 
Supposedly not with any crudeness, brashness or horns; 
As we sit in it, my tears embrace his spritely youth, 
And I ask for forgiveness for my naive, vigorous misdeed: 
He secures me with his smile and instinctive composure, 
Such that I no longer trepidatiously have to sweat and bleed; 
Permanency fairly permeates my fearful, angered heart:
The hope of someone else to tease the difficult, awkward task; 
My failure becomes his promise, and his foundation strong, 
So that the demand is no longer a mountainous, rocky ask.

When you yourself cannot conquer the rough terrain, 
Your friends and lovers attend to take the strain. 

2nd of October 2015

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

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So, I invited you to the Chinese Opera impulsively
Thinking of masks and dragons and triumphant mystery
I though it was time we threw off our coats
Of mourning, you for your  daughter

Stopping one night, on the way home from a party,
So randomly, cruelly, killed by the monster
Who has slain more than all the century’s wars
And my private sorrow for which there is no funeral.

I remember your straying husband also
Loved the Chinese Opera.  What will happen
If we all meet between the acts?
Surely forgiveness will come like snow on the mountain

And we will live in a harmony that can never be suppressed
In a slow majestic music that takes account of grief. 

(C) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)

Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2014

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The God came  to me in the guise of a stranger
His gold body scent was of great sublimity 
His arms were marble pillars,  and his embrace
Melted the whole world on my belly.

He tuned me to the refinement of my own nature -
Pitched me so exquisitely I fell from heaven -
Totally vanquished, till I remembered
All there was of paradise, and the number seven.

He has the unfolding of centuries since
To worship me as a goddess divine,
But they couldn’t build churches fast enough
To deny our union in the votive shrine.

The salt of humble pilgrims for my wantonness
I, who had everything but blessedness.

(c) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)

Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2014

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Merciful Majesty—Make Misery End!

“…when power narrows the areas of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence…” —John F. Kennedy
Medieval misery crushing citizens; Shackled: grueling, clanging, negativity Middle Passage past, plaguing, yet frightens; Intense insanity—gangs captivity! Draining dreams and desires from hearts—slashed: Ancestral destruction, devastating; Bones protruding from ribs, weakening—lashed; Sight yet sickening, distraught, disgusting! Will God speak in molding humanity? Will His divine grace cleanse such evil souls? Self posed dictators, fool’s insanity Greed in governing—crushing others’ souls! Where art thou, Master of the Universe? Hold not thy hands while the poor suffer worst! ~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~ © Joseph, 10/1/08 © All Rights Reserved ~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~ Semi finalist contestant 292 out of 887 submissions June 1, 2009 International Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~ Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran. ~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2008

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My love, what shall you leave me with tonight? What words are there to mend my broken heart? Will our love be repaired with morning light, Oh, or will nightfall be our last depart? My darling, sha'nt I leave you without this, My eternal promise of love to you How could you pull apart this final kiss? Don't let such love fade, whilst such lovely hue So, before you give your final goodbye, And your anger and hate bury your love Remember what wishes, and dreams, will die And the future that we had spoken of So, I'll remind you with my final breath, My eternal love is as strong as death

Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2011