Poetry:To fall from grace

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fall from grace<br>
 
fall from grace<br>
 
 
at the sight of your eyes<br>
 
at the sight of your eyes<br>
 
 
and the touch of your hands<br>
 
and the touch of your hands<br>
 
 
would be a price too small<br>
 
would be a price too small<br>
 
 
to cause question or loss<br>
 
to cause question or loss<br>
 
 
and the gain much more mine<br>
 
and the gain much more mine<br>
 
 
if at a word or with a sign<br>
 
if at a word or with a sign<br>
 
 
you promised more<br>
 
you promised more<br>
 
 
without a thought or even breath<br>
 
without a thought or even breath<br>
 
 
the vow is matched<br>
 
the vow is matched<br>
 
 
in blood for blood<br>
 
in blood for blood<br>
 
 
and thought for thought<br>
 
and thought for thought<br>
 
 
as soul to soul<br>
 
as soul to soul<br>
 
 
is met and won<br>
 
is met and won<br>
 
 
forever is but a second<br>
 
forever is but a second<br>
 
 
and hours far too short<br>
 
and hours far too short<br>
 
 
but spent alone<br>
 
but spent alone<br>
 
 
each instant is a tiny death<br>
 
each instant is a tiny death<br>
 
 
multiplied to infinity<br>
 
multiplied to infinity<br>
 
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Revision as of 16:17, 3 July 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