Without Death’s certainty, my Love,
I would neither mourn, nor cherish you
You would be resigned
To an old page in my story
Without Death’s certainty, my Love,
I would neither wake, nor stir
The birds’ song would grow dull,
As I lay through Summer and Spring
Without Death’s certainty, my Love,
I would neither laugh, nor cry, nor smile
Lost only in perpetual thought,
Eternal Youth etched upon my face
Without Death’s certainty, my Love,
I would fashion fables
Tales of Father & Son
Sinners and saints
Doomed to forget,
My inevitable return
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