This is one thing that I most fear,
which neither death nor life may save me from,
when I seek you and you aren't near.
I call your name but you wouldn't hear,
a yell of an utmost plea, and you won't succumb.
This is one thing that I most fear.
If you let go of me and disappear,
what's an empty life, though I have this freedom?
when I seek you and you aren't near?
To have found you anywhere but here,
will turn every good thing in this world loathsome.
This is one thing that I most fear;
I will swear to everything that I hold dear
that I would curse it if the day should come
when I seek you and you aren't near.
Each passing moment is making it clear,
certain as the lines written on my palm;
This is one thing that I most fear:
when I seek you and you aren't near.
(Writing is not just something writers dream about. So, I write on!
English ....you are my first and foremost love... I am back with no anomalies....)
