Let The Worms Crawl Down Upon Me Comments

(cont.) 2- & “Will love falter, should [change to “falter? Should ….”] on that glorious day despair descend killing me with one blow [, killing ….blow, ] let the worms, the archetype of decay, in hordes crawl down upon me, let them have their way.” I ‘LOVE’ those worms! ! ! ! And the last two lines seem ‘not right’ to ME. Bri (:

1- my suggestions in brackets: Could I [but] retrieve that passion and that zeal and pull this dark emptiness from my core; [replace; with, ] on the anvil reborn of fire and steel to [replace to with I’d] again be that which I was before, ” I see you and Catherine are/were? having ‘hard times’ ….and not the kind had from a hot anvil! (cont.)

Nothing is worse than the absence of the beloved. Not even being worms' food. The great torture of love! Absolutely perfect!

Warm face is definitely beautiful. Such warm face reflects light and expels darkness. Love fills the emptiness with eagerness and beauty of hope and dignity of living. Serving life with knowledge is the great. An interesting sharing is done here...10