Poetry Archives

Life of my life, my soul’s best part,
I could not live without thee now;
And yet this love must break my heart,
    Or break a sacred vow.

Which shall it be? an answer oft
From puzzling doubts I’ve sought to wake;
Must joy, or misery, hence be mine,
    Must heart or promise break?

Alone, Heaven’s highest court would prove
A desolated land to me;
Earth’s barest, barren desert wild,
    A paradise with thee.
                                        REVENITA.