The Fear
The Fear
I fear the loss of love so much
It makes me tremble from within
My heart drops cold and heavy
Inner strength a shallow thing
When she walks dreaming out of my life,
Taking the colors of my world as she goes,
What a good woman she is;
I should not consider the possibility.
Still, how dear, how like the sun ...
And so I dread to be alone with my fear.
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