Without it, life is a drag
a dishrag of existence.
Care of you, love, just for me,
so that we last the distance.
I know our path lies beyond,
ever bonded, for all time.
Still I want the here and now
in love’s bough, is that a crime?
I have no magic potion,
just emotion, to hold you.
Without you, I am nothing,
on love’s wing, we’ll see it through.
© Jem Farmer 2009, all rights reserved.
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