The Immortality of Love
“I am no more afraid of dying than I was of being born.”
- Spartacus.
All is true and all is real,
Where mystic instincts I conceal,
And yes, there’s folk though pleasing be,
Who never reach the inner me.
Instinct tells we lived before,
The Reaper Grim closed mortal door,
In other world between, I slept,
Till mortal once again I wept,
To see your face so pure and kept.
In reveries where dreams come true,
I instant fell in love with you,
A kindred spirit who once was bliss,
When I alone would breathe your kiss,
Sleep sweet between I reminisce.
The Reaper Grim we cheat avoid,
When soul mates reach across the void,
Linked as one in endless chain,
Together we will love again,
And so I sleep but not in tomb,
But wait for you in Heaven’s womb.
Michael (Walsh) 22.09.2013
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