Should I not be true
To words that flurry in praise
When heart speaks fondly of you
Drunk in loving embrace?

Should I not make merry
This rum-soaked passion
Or peel away in loathsome agony
Let all the goodness ashen?

Should I not yearn
For a lifetime of this bliss
- A future I discern
That’s replete with your kiss?

Should I not then conclude
A life sans this pleasure
Is an abyss of crushing solitude
And regrets for good measure?

Originally published in The Story Hall



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