If It Was Misfortunate Poem by welkin siskin

If It Was Misfortunate



If meeting with you

Was just an unfortunate touch of luck,

Let me ever feel

That I miss your presence for good.

Till deaths do us part, let me feel

That you are in the air I breath,

A voice I whisper, a tongue that speaks,

Inside of me, safe forevermore!

Let me ever feel you being on

The aisle of my life

Watched over by the perpetual spirit,

Now, and always!

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