When
\nI am just a memory
\na factor, I must try
\nto contemplate
\nabove all else
\nfor who knows
\nwhen, I will die<\/p>\n
and that one of my poems
\nis designated to be
\nread at the death of you my darling
\nI cry incessantly
\nby such a daunting prospect
\nsuch a tragic day
\none as beautiful as you
\nshould never pass away<\/p>\n
the very thought of leaving you
\nand my eyes are full of tears
\nto think a time will come, and soon
\nfills me with such fears
\nthat I may never see your face
\nI cannot consider this
\nto me you are the world itself
\nI just feel so remiss<\/p>\n
that it should ever cross my mind
\nthat at some time you may die
\nwhen I’m already lying in the sod
\nmy eternal sigh
\nthat’s why whilst life is in us
\nsuch love must garnered be
\nfor there has never been such
\nlove before
\ndear darling C <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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