Poetry:To fall from grace
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fall from grace<br> | fall from grace<br> | ||
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at the sight of your eyes<br> | at the sight of your eyes<br> | ||
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and the touch of your hands<br> | and the touch of your hands<br> | ||
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would be a price too small<br> | would be a price too small<br> | ||
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to cause question or loss<br> | to cause question or loss<br> | ||
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and the gain much more mine<br> | and the gain much more mine<br> | ||
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if at a word or with a sign<br> | if at a word or with a sign<br> | ||
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you promised more<br> | you promised more<br> | ||
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without a thought or even breath<br> | without a thought or even breath<br> | ||
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the vow is matched<br> | the vow is matched<br> | ||
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in blood for blood<br> | in blood for blood<br> | ||
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and thought for thought<br> | and thought for thought<br> | ||
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as soul to soul<br> | as soul to soul<br> | ||
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is met and won<br> | is met and won<br> | ||
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forever is but a second<br> | forever is but a second<br> | ||
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and hours far too short<br> | and hours far too short<br> | ||
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but spent alone<br> | but spent alone<br> | ||
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each instant is a tiny death<br> | each instant is a tiny death<br> | ||
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Latest revision as of 22:52, 9 October 2008
to fall from grace
at the sight of your eyes
and the touch of your hands
would be a price too small
to cause question or loss
and the gain much more mine
if at a word or with a sign
you promised more
without a thought or even breath
the vow is matched
in blood for blood
and thought for thought
as soul to soul
is met and won
forever is but a second
and hours far too short
but spent alone
each instant is a tiny death
multiplied to infinity
