Poetry and musings of a zany Mormon girl who is very proud of her Erda roots.

Friday, August 6, 2010

A Poem

"I have no fear of death,"
The old man said
When faced by his certain demise

But if I should confess,
The Truth behind love
I'll be met with unsteady eyes

So live while still young,
Think not on the end
And love with fresh hearts all a blaze

For one day, you too
Will look to unite
Once more where the other half lay

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