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TO HER, ON THIS OUR ANNIVERSARY
My heart-
Once warmed by her love;
Now pines to wither, to die;
But cease it cannot, if only to hide;
As living and dying coexist; this struggle within me abides.
No shield, no armor, no wall prevails against loves’ Grim Reaper;
Tho’ mightily without rest war rages with amour’s Gatekeeper.
As it damns me for bruises and scars;
But thanks me for the warmth once given by her.
R.Tomlinson (2001)