Song of the executioner's wife By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
He has done some awful things but I
Do not love him any less or cry.
For if I did, who would I be
To with him cheat myself of eternity?
Because when he dies, my heart he'll take,
And in paradise our home he'll make.
I did not mind much pain or poverty,
For it assured us faithful sovereignty -
We packed up and left and walked and sighed
When we reached the land where angels fly.
So there he is and here I am,
Two dark souls forever wedded in Shaam.*
My love, my wife, you've waited so long.
Please join me in Firdaws,** and sing your song.
Syria
Heaven
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