This Death Each Birth Joy Brings

(To Virginia)

Next to nothing this love lies sweet

Where two unloved, for moment meet.

Our kiss will end, our embrace release

And new love’s joy cause old to cease

I do not wait for lasting things,

But greet this death each birth joy brings

And oh my love may you find life’s measure

That pleasure little is to less a treasure.

Copyright Eric Wasiolek Grinnell 1978