Love Poem: On the Tip of My Tongue

On the Tip of My Tongue

Truth is hung on the tip of my tongue;
It speaks the fear that I may die young
Before I know the depth of my Soul-
And all poems I've yet begun!

What will we find on the Other Side:
A place of Love or land of Lies;
A Realm of tears in Sorrow cries;
Or a World of Woe in heavy sighs?