Though In Death
by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON
The air I breathe is trivial when my life’s devoid of thee;
your light so much more radiant than the sun to me.
Here my life is partial, when with thee I was free,
there’d be no source of evidence, just a costly guarantee.
But in my world, there is no goal but to live in peace,
for until death, my pain and agony will not decrease.
But how can I find freedom when I suffer without thee,
when the only remedy I know is to end my misery?
I cannot find an answer, no mere words to suffice,
for the pain of losing thee is an ample price,
and so my love and amity, to thee I boldly vow,
that, though in death, to thee I do endow.