To fight the night, to fight the cold,
No struggle between the weak and the bold,
With every apology I have ever told.
With no vivid image, or lips to kiss,
No hope of feeling more than this,
No more words to speak, or qualities to miss,
I'm now a memory because you are his.
A poem. Fr.
1 comment:
Hey man. I really like this line and all that it means-
"No hope of feeling more than this"
Good stuff. Keep writing!
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