Hold fast, my love, to thy soft fading breath
Let not thy life yet quickly slip away
For ‘though thou art so surely close to death
I beg that thou should ever with me stay
Each day, each hour, each minute that thou breathe
The less the time that I have to forget
And less the time that there be left to grieve
For I have loved thee long without regret
The more that I now look upon thy face
That I should full recall thine aspect fair
To thus remember all thy comely grace
So too the twining of thy lovely hair
………… Alack, my love, when thou art gone from me
………… I shall despair for all eternity
©️5/2/2025 Valerie Dohren
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