It were a sweet and gallant pain
To be a sea apart;
But, oh, to have you down the lane
Is bitter to my heart.
dorothy parker
I'll take it as a blessing, not a curse
That you are by my side, right in my space.
I promise that I will not make it worse,
I'll disappear without any trace
Of your warm hands still trailing on my skin
Some newly found patterns without shame.
I promise that I'll fight to keep within
My love, but if it spills, so end the game.
I'll take it as a blessing, not a curse
And I won't disappear without goodbye.
So promise that you will not make it worse
Make my last hours last until I die.