and if then sun didn't rise,
and it's rays refused to
kiss the earthand if the mountains trembled
below the surface of the sea
creating waves so massive,
so strong
they wiped out
every inch of land as far
as the eye could seeand if the volcanos erupted
and spewed their magma
out of passion,
out of longing,
out of miseryand if black smoke
clouded the blue sky with
not a crevice of light to
be seen on all of
gods once green earth,i would still be loving you,
until the end of time,
until my soul had perished
into dust that dances in the wind
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The Rose and Her Thorns
Poetrya collections of thoughts, feelings, emotions that have been put into words and that have been gnawing at my brain. check out my other poetry book 'among the wildflowers.' ••• poetry collection explicit language all rights reserved completed O6...