Redemption
You helped my up from the gutter
by your compassion and gentleness,
I would not call it love,
for it was much more than that,
but rather like an adoption
of me as twin and sister,
joining hands as perfect equals
never to let go again.
That's all my life,
without which I would be down there again
together with the outcasts of the gutter,
where, of course, you always find some company.
I'd rather have friends in hell
than be lonely in paradise, as they say,
but your company was always heaven
without loneliness
with only sweetness for good company
and hope at that and everlasting
for a decent life of some imperishableness.
Poetry by Laila Roth
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Written on 2009-02-06 at 15:17
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