I would have failed in love,
If I ever stand tall,
Or lean or weigh,
Least cast a shadow,
To gray the very essence of it,
And if at all, I have erred.
I would have failed in giving,
If I bask in its glory,
Or accredit myself or draw solace,
Least if the thought lingers on,
To gray the very essence of it,
And if at all, I have erred.
I would have failed in prayer,
If I seek to appease,
Or beg for reprieve,
Least stand tall,
To gray the very essence of it,
But I know not more.
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