Oh love, who once made me feel so blest, <br />yet now desires to end this happy security. <br />Who assures me that heart can come to rest <br />upon a future that will not have place for me. <br />Oh shadow that hides behind my weary soul, <br />who laughs at my passion which is undying. <br />Please be gentle in your ending of my role. <br />Do not ignore my leaping hands still trying <br />to erase the pressure of words unshaken. <br />Oh soul, which is filled with wild endeavour, <br />be kind in your death which life has taken. <br />Be patient in the limbs you will happily sever. <br />Oh heart, why are you so heavy to know? <br />Why, dear love, must all ours fail to grow?<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-love-who-once-made-me-feel-so-blest/
