If I must I will
As I have before
Climbing past the rest
And up onto.
Judge me not on how
you've judged the rest
Lest on you her fire you've
Felt the flame
as ice coursed through
Your veins.
Time is as leaves
So fresh and ripe and green
Or a budding rose
That touched your shaking lips.
To be forever mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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