Lingers, Not My Love Poem by Phil Charters

Lingers, not my love,
In shallow, earthly being;
Resides, my love, exalted, within
my soul sublime.
Sublime beyond compare;
Before my life was born;
My love for you was there.
Forever souls, they fly apart, by
chance if two should meet;
Here on earth, together joined,
Existence now complete.
And two become as one; a merging
of each soul;
‘Tis you my wife. ‘Tis you my love;
Who makes my being whole.
And when our lives, are finished here;
Our souls again to part;
An after life? I hope there be!
Another life to start.
For if there be another life, If indeed
its true.
I have one wish, my love- To live again
with you.
Lingers, not, my love.
Oh yes, indeed it does.