The polite applause is now fading,
will our stream of conscience end before love
begins its course?,
Do we ignore our potent passion,
or blissfully feel the impact of its fateful force?
I offer you what others haven't,
the cream of my prose to soften the blackness
of your taste,
I can promise no escape from earthly escapades,
only a trip to Purgatory,maybe there our sins can be erased
Absolute yet not irrefutable,
so it was written, our love rests
on the precipice of pain,
though I recite the Scripture of love everlasting,
I have yet to be ordained
AND WILL THIS ROMANTIC REQUIEM,
BE ALL THAT YOUR LOVE REQUIRES,
OR WILL OUR CONSECRATED HOST BE DEVOURED
BY VORACIOUS VAMPIRES,
WILL THE REALITY OF OUR EVERLASTING BOND
DEVOLVE INTO SATIRE,
THUS PRECIPITATING THE CLOTHING
OF OUR ONCE NAKED DESIRES
Come to me as your were, as you are,
within your imperfections is a subtle perfectness,
I prefer not those women who write
with an enhanced calligraphy,
please sign your name on my heart, which you now possess
All in time for those who waste it,
I'm quite aware of what and whom I need,
will the siren call of my plea be answered?,
Or will my voice be lost amongst the rustling of the whispering reeds?
Please, take your final bow my love,
tonight, when we are alone,
your stage makeup must be removed,
you've given all you have for love's sake,
I am not the Savior, to me you have nothing left to prove
AND WILL OUR HEARTBEATS,
RESEMBLE ALL THE TALKING DRUMS ONCE INSPIRED,
OR WILL OUR FATIHFULL DALLIANCE
BE BOGGED DOWN IN THE QUAGMIRE,
WILL THE LEADING ACTRESS IN MY DREAMSCAPE,
UNDER THE BRIGHT LIGHTS OF THE EVERLASTING BEGIN TO PERSIRE,
THUS PRECIPITATING THE CLOTHING OF OUR ONCE NAKED DESIRES
Incarcerated by my fragile conscience,
refusing to die, fighting to live,
will the cock crow thrice my love,
before my indescretions upon the altar of love,
you choose to finally forgive
My unquenchable joy in your Majestic presence,
is all that I will really ever need,
together our fate is not yet decided,
apart, my stigmata will slowly begin to bleed
In my lifetime I have shunned true love,
afraid to respond to the test of living in a personal hell,
yet without the final temptation there is no virtue,
and the demon of wanderlust cannot be expelled
AND WHEN THE DESCIPLES OF LOVE,
FLEE FROM THE UNFORGETTABLE FIRE,
WILL YOUR HOLD ON MY LOVE BEGIN TO TIRE,
AND IF THE SAPPHIRE
SMILE YOU HAD FOR ME YEARS PRIOR,
IS THROWN BY FANATICS ON THE FUNERAL PYRE,
WILL YOU LIVE FOR ME, AS I WOULD DIE FOR YOU,
DESPITE ALL IN LIFE THAT TRANSPIRES,
OR WILL YOU IGNORE MY PLEA,
THUS PRECIPITATING THE CLOTHING OF OUR ONCE NAKED DESIRES
LET THOSE WITHOUT SIN
CAST THE FIRST STONE,
LET SHE, WHO CONTINUES TO BELIEVE IN HIM,
DESPITE HIS SINS,
MOAN,
IN SEQUENCE WITH THE CADENCE OF EVERLASTING LOVE