How pitiful life is.
\nHow short
\nwhen love should live
\nto the last atom of its emerald,
\nthe wink of a century.
\nI never cease finding you
\nin all I do.
\nI fall over the edge of life
\nand shout as I fall,
\na tirade of grief and joy.
\nAnd you call to me.<\/p>\n
I hear your words,
\ncoming in a burst of darkness,
\nas palpable
\nas the roar of life.
\nI feel them coming on my tongue,
\ngrowing and bursting,
\nsaying,
\nyou are my life,
\nhow sweet it is,
\nthe happiness,
\nof loving you to the end.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
How pitiful life is. How short when love should live to the last atom of its emerald, the wink of a century. I never cease…<\/p>\n