Losing your love
would be my downfall.
I would fall to the ground,
never to rise again.
My spirit would be defeated
my heart slain,
as my soul crashed and burned,
to the earth lifeless.
Save me please, with but as kiss,
hold out your hand,
keep me flying high to the stars.
if I die let it be in your arms.
Let my spirit fly to the heavens,
to bask in its warmth so genuine,
so my soul can gaze upon home,
safe from the downfall of your love. . .
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
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