Till my last my love for thee:

 Poem of the week: Love and Death by Lord Byron

Till my last my love for thee:

What can separate us both

clinging to each, so loyal,

So strong and sturdy, every moment:

I watched you in all my earnest.

Every distraction on your side

away from my genuine move,

every affectionate step unalloyed

from me, my words beyond  articulation.

Fever or earthquake or fury 

of nature in all its tides,

overpowering mankind, 

but you shall be away from all.

Me wrought in pangs and fury

 of convulsions, saddened by those

days of earning and love,

dipped in robe of loyalty, still;

I will rock in earthquakes,

Roll in drums of wars and vigor,

Whether you reciprocate 

Or not, still love you till my last.