‘Tis a fearful thing
to love
what death can touch.
To love, to hope, to dream,
and oh, to lose.
A thing for fools, this,
love,
but a holy thing,
to love what death can touch.
For your life has lived in me;
Your laugh once lifted me;
Your word was a gift to me.
To remember this brings painful joy.
‘Tis a human thing, love,
a holy thing,
to love
what death can touch.
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