No, Now No More
Lift up the loss of my love,
on to my tired old wings,
on to my back,
and there I will carry,
and I will cry for her,
the woman I married.
.
She sat on her throne,
as my goddess, my one and only love,
from our first days as children
where we did meet. Now our home
lays…
*Poem By – http://artisticfreefall.tumblr.com
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