With you, life is not a bore.
Everywhere I seem to look; I see your face,
Hoping and wishing, for your embrace.
This is an over powering disease,
This love for you, may it never cease.
I look and stare at you, my boo,
Wondering how you could be true.
I love you as much as I could,
Maybe more than I know I should.
No excuse, No venial
No matter how you or I feel.
Again we walk, on this last day on earth
Knowing it’s you, I’ve searched my whole life; since birth.
It’s true, no lie, I have one fear,
That you won’t stand next to me, here.
No matter when or where,
Don’t be scared, I’ll soon be there.
If you leave, I’ll follow suit.
However hard and difficult the route.
I turn, and wish for you to stay,
For you not to head that way.
I’ll go in your place, if you stay here.
All I ask is that you stay, my dear.
I cross the path that was soon to be yours
I see the light and feel it lure.
Before I go I wish you a good life,
But no sooner do I speak do I see that knife.
Your tears I see have streaked your face,
Knife held against your neck, its base.
Your sparkling eyes now wet, you whisper,
“Life wouldn’t be the same; I’m a cur. “
“I can’t live without you,” you say,
“To this knife I fall prey.”
“Together, in life or death, we shall be,
And only then will I feel free.”
So in the end we are together,
This weight lifted, our souls light, now, as a feather.
