Dauntless
"Dauntless," I've heard it said of meby those who badger with all the same cautions
I hear you whispering in my ear.
But what have I to fear, my love ~
that I might die?
I wither for the want of you even now,
and when I lay down each night to rest
I have but one unfailing prayer:
Let me die to this dream world where we are apart,
and awaken in any world where I am in your arms.
Callaghan Grant 1995
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