Was she cruel and sudden white bright death? <br />How never have you, <br />since the first comes always last! <br />Purpled headed peireced a nail this path is lost your innocence. <br />Wherein could this be and guilty thou he be she is. <br />Except that from a drop, is suckled forth from thee? <br />You thou tempest be, and sayest that thou want it naught? <br />Within thyself, outside of men there off about nor me. <br />The weaker light grows brighter here for all of us to see. <br />If It tis true of stouter men, then learn how false thou fearest not thou be. <br />When justis leaves and such is honor, meeker may I be. <br />And when you wield it all and call her name for me? <br />Will you see at all and taste the memory of it all? <br />And when I lay upon that bed and fleeting goes, comes life <br />when night took lite from me and darkness leaves.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-love-and-self/
