by Tristram Tuna, July 1998
You woke me from sleep to live the long day
To see the clouds fly and see the trees sway.
Would I have slept on and missed all these things?
Do I owe you thanks for all my day brings?
Hard steel struck cold flint, sent sparks into coal,
And started a fire that raged through my soul.
Though lit long ago, the burning's the same,
Do I still love you? Or just love the flame?
In you I found passion that made my heart beat,
A pulse that's still strong with blood still in heat.
Was it forged within? Or grasped from without?
Trigger or source - it was you without doubt.
Alone I remain, with no special friend
'Til I can divide the means from the end.
One wellspring of life for both joy and pain
Inseparably linked - my love and Lorraine.
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