Loving
By
John I. Blair
Isn’t loving someone
Better than being loved?
Loved I may bask
In golden sunshine,
Reflect the silver moonlight;
But loving I become as sun,
Moon, stars,
So occupied with ardence
There is no time, no need
To brood about extinguishment.
©2010 John I. Blair
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