A Deal with Death
If ever I could make a deal with death,
To stay his hand if only for a while,
And thus prolong the rhythm of your breath,
The sparkle in your eyes, your warming smile,
The velvet of your touch, your willing kiss,
Your laughter, free of haughtiness or gile.
For such a deal I'd offer all of this,
My wealth and every object that I own,
My labor and all happiness and bliss,
My life, indeed my very flesh and bone,
My soul, if that could be my own to give.
I'd give it all for you and you alone.
I'd give up everything that I could give
If death would grant you one more chance to live.
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