What of Love

What would life be

Had Cupid’s ebon dart

Not been true and straight

To wound my heart

For it would be that which it was

Carefree and of spirit wild

Joyful exuberance

With cares found only in child

Yet what now

Should it be taken from me

My love, my life

And all that dreams have me be

A life bleak and empty

Stripped of love I hold dear

For we cherish it most

When it is no longer held near

Copyright: authorchrisbrown 

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