Damned Sure
If sickness would come to my bed
would you in health
stand by my side?
If the waives of the deep green sea
would strand me somewhere remotely distant,
would you become the ocean
the sky,
just to keep me company?
I life faults me
and God decides to assert me
from where I breathe,
would you recognize in memories
how I'll wait for you
forever?
If the money in my hands
would be worthless slipping through
like sand between my fingers,
if the time from which we plan
would be worth less than confusion,
would you still be a consumer of my love?
Would you still cling to faith
formed by heart beats?
Would you still imagine the world to heal
even if the last hope seemed eternally lacked for?
Would you still,
be damned sure,
even if I
became doubtful?
Poetry by Cecilia Catalina
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Written on 2009-02-22 at 15:12
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