What am I without your love?
Who, apart from your bones?
Naive a spirit when I thought myself
Wiser all alone
I ask my Maker every set
Tossed and turned in thought
That He’d keep us tangled as we are
To never slack this knot
If one request, dear, I could pose
please don’t ever die
But if you must, the way they say
Wait on the other side
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