I shall not let this love of ours burn out,
I shall bellow it with sweet memories,
But turns out :
Yours burns like candlestick waxing daily with ease.
But I shall stop loving you,
When the atmosphere loses air,
When the sky ceases to be blue
And when your cold stare
As you stare at the sky and you See not the cloud,
Then, my love shall wither.
Though I look left and right,
Near and wide,
I see not you,
'Cept in every word I write.
Though my soul run out of breath,
Indeed, I shall love you till,
Still after my death.
Written by Phoenix Lovelace The Poet