If I would be forbidden--
denied of the joys of your presence--
how can I . . . how can I be
restored of myself then?
If I lose you
What is left for me to hope for?
Will there be a reason
to continue this life’s journey
without a reason to be happy?
Shield me…
shield me from this life’s miseries
Be here … be here and stay with me.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
stay with me
Posted by Verso para Libertad at 5:03 PM
Labels: poems (love and friendship)
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