I asked in the love of our days,
“What will you last love me for?”
She kissed me with these words,
“We will mourn many deaths,
Before we mourn our own…”
So she said “…a poem.”
I asked in the love of our days,
“What will you last love me for?”
She kissed me with these words,
“We will mourn many deaths,
Before we mourn our own…”
So she said “…a poem.”