The Only Thing Poem by Daniel Bowyer

Deaths daze dare not doom thee, love
Cordially you breeze through time and space
Leaving no wilt nor pale on any being
You leave only rose scented callings
That highten days while the aroma hangs
Yet beloved greaves she blames thyself
For changing pictures she cannot control
Her lovely leisure cannot change the darkest slave
But memorys she gives are like gold to the greedy
They are the only thing that giveth me life