Did I believe the angels soon would call
You, my beloved, to the other shore,
And I should never see you any more,
love-you/">I love you so I know that I should fall
Into dejection utterly, and all
Love's pretty pageantry, wherein we bore
Twin banners bravely in the tumult's fore,
Would seem as shadows idling on a wall.
So daintily I love you that my love
Endures no rumor of the winter's breath,
And only blossoms for it thinks the sky
Forever gracious, and the stars above
Forever friendly. Even the fear of death
Were frost wherein its roses all would die.
Francine
Ambrose Bierce
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Poem topics: I love you, believe, breath, death, fear, never, sky, winter, shore, frost, wall, pretty, gracious, forever, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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