13 August 2011

Yet, as to yet

Where rivers meet before the sea
I should hope you'll return to me
where life is lived without regret
back to the place where we first met

I shall love you yet,

no news indeed is ever marred,
if an ocean of lights sparked above the stars,
nor any joy suppressed within the dark,
if ever a muse were to sing to a lark.

I shall come to love you, yet.

In misery the joy is pure
that lives again but to secure
the feelings each day that we endure
til united once more, whole and pure

and I shall love you, yet.

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