My last breath before my death
I bestow upon thee.
This our last dance of our romance,
Tango, torrid and free.
A tender embrace of the face,
love is always the key.
Life is sincerely make or break
by choosing brain over brawn,
This is needed to prove you succeeded,
to wander into the courageous dawn.
If not life’s fire gets scorching hot,
then we become mere pawns.
In this game of cowardly blame,
we must show soulful strength,
chasing dreams in our worldly schemes
so we can survive life at any length.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2021