Lingering Storm of Death
When the mind rebels at the thought of death,
The heart throbs and the body shudders;
With unknown depths of terrorising fear
Can life hold joys when death lurks around?
Life is the sensation we all have felt,
Love the pinnacle I may not climb.
Shall Aphrodite, grovel in human storms;
Or let the string slip without some thought.
Though I face death I long for life,
Will life last long, when death is so near;
For life is love, and tender thoughts
And death the end of that, I love.
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