Wednesday, January 11, 2012

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