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If my love was your love, darling,
And if my mind was your mind, too:
Would you take this pain—cast it away
Or would you decide to stay?
My mind is labyrinths and stages,
And so many empty pages
All marked as my lullabies
In the dust that stings my eyes.
Our souls grew old in our youth,
With wounds the stars would sooth—
I saw Death through veils of fears;
And in His palm, I laid my tears.
My mind is never my own,
This love will burn alone.
We kiss; our hearts lock and swell,
We need never fear farewell.
© 2018 Marten Hoyle
And if my mind was your mind, too:
Would you take this pain—cast it away
Or would you decide to stay?
My mind is labyrinths and stages,
And so many empty pages
All marked as my lullabies
In the dust that stings my eyes.
Our souls grew old in our youth,
With wounds the stars would sooth—
I saw Death through veils of fears;
And in His palm, I laid my tears.
My mind is never my own,
This love will burn alone.
We kiss; our hearts lock and swell,
We need never fear farewell.
© 2018 Marten Hoyle
Published 21st Sep 2018
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25th Sep 2018 2:59pm
I read this a few times, flows like a song that is only missing the chores. Loved it! Wonderful addition to my RL.
