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Before We Part
by
Michael D. Petti
I ask that
time, from death, my heart may save
And pluck it from the earth's forgiving ground
Where dirt and depth, conspiring in their grave
Yet raise, again, the love I've only found.
For I have not enjoyed whole life of you
Seen crimson twilight set in summer eyes
Nor grasping chill remind winter is due
On walks through leaves that fall from autumn
skies.
I have not filled my recent memory
With Heaven's blush, like blood in springtime air
That, resurrected from immortal tree,
Sends cherry-blossomed blessings to your hair.
I pray for time to spare my beating heart
To touch you once, from earth, before we part.
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