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Light rain
2024-12-16
Let me suffer and kill the lie,
that I do not love you,
when I want you most,
when thunder sounds,
and fills the sky with dark, bursting clouds.
You shall know my true heart,
has betrothed itself to you.
You are the air I breathe,
the sun I seek, to live,
I must be with thee, to die,
I trust you will not grieve,
If tomorrow never comes.
If you were not there for me, forever,
I would carry your image, emblazoned
on my breast, let weariness fade,
and disappear into the morning mist.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
that I do not love you,
when I want you most,
when thunder sounds,
and fills the sky with dark, bursting clouds.
You shall know my true heart,
has betrothed itself to you.
You are the air I breathe,
the sun I seek, to live,
I must be with thee, to die,
I trust you will not grieve,
If tomorrow never comes.
If you were not there for me, forever,
I would carry your image, emblazoned
on my breast, let weariness fade,
and disappear into the morning mist.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
