Vivre

If that be the case
then let me die, but if it
ever shall change, call
me up from my sweet death
and I'll be there.
Not that love is worth all this
for it isn't
but that truth, even the
truth of love
is as sweet and innocent,
that truth is worth death
and more.
If i shall decieve and lose
what i have gained
let me drink the words
of poision, and then die.
But as I die let me hear
the words of truth.

poem by Krystle Newberry
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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