Sweet Lover

it is pointless to think of the future,

for there is nothing there,

yet a second passes, and here I am.

i think maybe i shall have a glass of wine,

and let you have this dance,

for if i die tonight i may never have the chance.

‘tis is the future, unpredictable,

but predict you will,

and deem me despicable,

you know not what i think nor what i intend,

brightness or gloom,

what will it be in the end?

be present in this moment, and this moment alone

look at my eyes,

only then will you know,

that there is no reason to fret,

for our passion does glow.

my sweet lover,

and you never may know

what life will bestow.

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