With her, Without her.
One afternoon with you
And then to die,
I would always choose
Than to be without you
For 20 more years,
A life without a fuse.
Time races like our hearts.
But when you are gone
The ice age starts.
With ticking clocks.
Is just like picking locks.
With poetry sings.
To sad prose clings.
Feels like Christmas day.
Pealing bells fade
Of symphonies kissing.
With one piece missing.
If I could have my 10 minutes of fame
I'd famously spend it with you.
As we bid adieu.
With a moon so blue.
Ascending to where the angels flew.
When we're out of view.
I go on praying
That love will find a way.
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