The consciousness of my mortality
Which used to blind and limit all my life
Weighs on me not since I have been your wife.
Death is the price of our felicity;
And life eternal would not leave us free
To love each other thus, setting above
The grace of God, a common human love,
Untouched, unthreatened by any heaven to be.
For who, while waiting to be crowned a king
Can relish all the humble every day?
Who but must hasten when she sets a goal?
For me, I could not make our life a thing
So wise, so real, so tender and so gay
Had I this other care - to save my soul.
Final Poem
Alice Duer Miller
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Poem topics: death, god, heaven, wife, soul, tender, human, wise, king, real, eternal, goal, humble, blind, common, save, Valentine's Day, life, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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