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Sep 2013
Today's the day my love and I,
sign our lives away.
From now we will always see,
each other every day.

This building that we stand in now,
so tall and grey and proud,
With its windows set high in the wall,
for all the watching crowd.

The man above will cast his gaze,
and witness our devotion.
Oh! Love's never-ending sigh,
what a wond'rous shining notion.

His blue eyes creased when I first asked him,
to be my only one.

Those eyes turned black with total fear,
the night we had to run.

First they blew his brains out,
onto the rutted road.
Then they carried me away,
a dumb and deafened load.

The day they tried me it was warm,
sunlight bounced around the city.
Guilty not for acts of love,
mere mistaken identity.

A Father came to save my soul,
for I am not so old.
But he spoke to me of burning,
When all I felt was cold.

So, the big man will have his say,
and pull upon his rope.
And everything will disappear,
save for the rope around my throat.

But me - I shall shed not a tear,
nor whimper nor cry out.
Because behind this hood I have,
a truth that I don't doubt.

Love for death or death for love,
or any which way 'round,
a breath for love's dead finest,
is held safely in the ground.
Written by
Patrick A G Watson  Scotland
(Scotland)   
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