A Glance at Woe

by CH

November 28, 2020

Oh but what sorrow!

Is to die with your touch

Damned with knowledge

Of the end to us.

For no God

Could preserve our tale

No painting could store

Our time so true.

Oh but what joy!

Having laid my final gaze

Upon our reflections

Within each other's eyes.

In that instant

Grasped by a youthful love

Swearing an impermanent oath

We were eternal.

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