We only truly realise what we have when it ceases to be |
Here I was drifting through this awkward plane A spectre amongst the dead and living. Once life had lumbered and felt so mundane, And myself not capable of giving. It is only now that truth shows its cost; That love so soon won is love so soon lost. Love I now know is the cure to all things; The remedy no poison can resist. Others before me have seen what it brings, Euphoria and the thorn that persists. This thorn that pokes and prods and brings me pain, That is so relentless yet brings such gain. ‘Tis the thought of being away from you, Not having you in my tightest embrace. Maybe fate it seems has come right on cue To take you away and leave empty space. Who but audacious I should block its way? For love you I do no matter the day. True thou will be gone away far too soon, That I haven’t said things I have planned, But time with you was time over the moon And no more time on earth would I demand. Things cannot remain perfect forever; Your leaving finished your love’s endeavour. To see you happy is all I can hope, And being with you was heaven on earth. So now is no time for this man to mope; This should be treated as a cleansing dearth. Now everything seems beautifully new And life has taken on a brand new hue. |