This is for my best friend.
I would trade all this for Love
By Paul Tomes
I pray the phoenix be reborn
Of ash, from life now fire torn,
So pure, I could watch white beauty
Rise, weightless on lightest breeze.
I long to hold her one last time,
Expand that moment like cloudless sky,
To see it stretch, eternal to the sun,
Stop time longer than curved horizon.
I cry for her to be set free,
To bear neck and wrists nakedly,
To cast aside the bracelet chains,
The pendant noose to punish shame.
I hope for beauty to trade black dress
Of funeral march, for wedding blessed
White train of a beloved bride,
In kiss, unveil beauty trapped inside.
I hope, long, cry and pray,
Do this for her by selfish way,
But those four ways I’d trade for love,
Not mine imperfect, but for His above.
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