When I have fears that we may pass away
And vanish from the memory of friends,
That history may memory betray
And bear false witness once my soul ascends,
I wonder at the calmness of the day
And crave the stormy bitterness of night
When blue skies cant offend my stubborn gray
Nor can Gods mortal cruelty seem right.
I look then, to your smiling eyes, your soul.
Eternity exists there, in that blue,
And whilst I swim within that deep, Im whole
And all that I would wish to be is true.
My paradise, my love is made anew;
My mortals pale eternity is you.
A gift from KB
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