I hope I’m not of those, so soon forgot
What would let me know that I’m not?
Not forgot
For what I have given
My heart bleeds, and is shriven
The feeling is raw.
And yet it keeps giving more.
For hope never dies
When belief is by its side
And this anxiety
Is but a prelude for certainty
The certainty of what
Is that which galls me to know.
The self made vulnerable man,
who calls to prayer
In the depths of the cold lonely dessert.
For that is my part I shall never forget
The warm friendship kindled within me
The medley smiles, and the banter of a friendship that will never meant to rot
That day I asked you for eternity
But never would I have ventured
What then didst enfold.
A trial of mammoth proportions
Separation and heartaches
But never any doubt
My heart crashes a thousand times
Would I venture that again?
If it proves my truth,
And yours too, to boot.
Then I would,
Most definitely would.
again and again.
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