The Last Eulogy

The love itself had an aura of angelic divinity
That hour of sad interval was declared a sin throughout

Yet enduring deprivation turned awfully treacly

And being in the arms of love became her last reward

And yes of course my dearest, your love resembled a strange ailment

So doubt the sun, the moon and the stars if you truly wish to

For the sun can melt, the moon may wither and stars might shoot

But do not doubt that gesture of love, for it was somewhat true

So you must know that even though you took a road less traveled

In broken, tangled, decaying pieces, I almost did love you as well

-Love Jake