Damian Cranney

(27/09/1949 / Liverpool)

Eternal Love


My love for You could die a death
that is if it was small and weak,
And could not stand a test of strength,
But it is strong and full of fire,
And with it to the highest peak,
or to the furthest length of length,
It could for you face any test,
To its utmost point but nothing less.

Yes nothing less for you would do,
But the most my body could give.
And I do not mean my body alone,
My heart, my soul, my spirit
Are yours for longer than I live,
And when the quick of life is gone,
We'll be together, two souls as one,
Perfect love in heaven's infinity,
Loving each other for all of eternity,

Submitted: Monday, December 10, 2012

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