There are no words that exist, no phrase, no rhyme
That can express the feelings that you stir within my mind
This life is fleeting, my heart that's beating is truly all I've got
I give you my friendship and try not to burden you with every lonely thought
I walk along with death hand in hand visiting it day after day
So do not take it lightly as you know that I mean what I say
I long for you to understand just how much I truly care
The thought of you growing old with another is too much for me to bare
To live on, with my heart unfulfilled is beyond being cruel
So I pray that I'm given the chance to prove I'm not a fool
So as I trudge through a menagerie of thoughts so melancholy
I find myself willing to be the next victim of loves folly
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Authors note:
The title is an nod to Wilfred Owens poem "Dulce et decorum est". The final lines of that poem Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori that Owen refers to as the (old lie) translates: It is sweet and fitting to die for ones country. The title hints that it is a sweet and fitting thing to die for love.