Would you still love me:
If the sun prevents its light
And the moon its glow at night,
That all at once becomes gloomy?
Would you still love me:
If all things awry go
And nothing at all to show,
But a good token of misery?
Would you still love me:
If my arrow cannot kiss
Thy waiting bow's release,
To have a bout of ecstasy?
Would you still love me:
If medical reports say "cancer "
That has no surgical answer,
Or another form of infirmity?
Or would you only love me:
If my life wields a touch of Midas
With the revelry of Las Vegas--
All sublime, all sweet, all rosy?
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
Would you still love me:
If the sun prevents its light
And the moon its glow at night,
That all at once becomes gloomy?
Would you still love me:
If all things awry go
And nothing at all to show,
But a good token of misery?
Would you still love me:
If my arrow cannot kiss
Thy waiting bow's release,
To have a bout of ecstasy?
Would you still love me:
If medical reports say "cancer "
That has no surgical answer,
Or another form of infirmity?
Or would you only love me:
If my life wields a touch of Midas
With the revelry of Las Vegas--
All sublime, all sweet, all rosy?
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