Thus, With Out TheeA Poem by Michael G. SmithI would rather die than live with out my found soulmateWhat are tis' scenes
Melodies about
What of thy touch
Or of ‘tis words
Alas, passion's infatuations
For, if I merely exist Thus, without thy love
Forwith, days leave bitter tastes evermore Of nothing, but blank space Ne'er chance or choice of 'er painting Art from without tis' soul © 2016 Michael G. SmithReviews
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