If It Was Misfortunate - Poem by welkin siskin
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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