Is Love a Legacy?

by William Schroeder

Was it worthy, my life to tell?

Did I, in the end, live it well?

Should I reveal each time I fell

Under a girl's magic spell?

Should I say that I was clay

Molded by some other's way?

Or how I kept my fears at bay

By driving loneliness away?

Or should I tell a different fable?

Of a life where I was able

To live outside a woman's stable

And eat and drink at just one table.

But how could I, it's just not true

For I kept my heart from turning blue

By choosing to keep it's rosy hue,

The color of my love for you.

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