Could cut you in two
It would not be enough
You would reform
To haunt me again
A plague among men
Even if my love
Could raise you from the grave
It would make no difference
You would be deformed
A wraith seeking vengeance
As if to live again
Even if my sadness
Could curse you with
Tears of salty brine
I would welcome you
Stepping from the grave
And take your hand in mine
For though you spread plague
And doubt throughout the land
I want you by my side
Even if my longing for you
Sees me take the devils hand
I want you as my bride
© shaun patrick green 2011
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