(11-21-61 / Ripley, Tennessee)

You Are My Love

Lonely be the nights so cruel,
without you by my side,
tears I shed with fears of dread,
as I begin to cry.
To be near you, yet so far,
what fate is this which hand I've been dealt?
Could it be with life's sea,
a cycle of my life on a shelf?
Bash love upon the walls,
stained with the blood of my wicked heart,
I can only wait for so long,
before this lust rips me apart.
Harsh laughter rings in my ears,
I've been bound from your love for so many years.
Now stand I upon the tower,
the leap of faith call to me this hour.
Move not my corpse, let it lye where it does fall,
as a sign of a love to one and all.

by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson

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