No Matter How Hard To Dismiss It I May Try

May 29

Since my love for her cannot separate itself from my heart beneath the white shrouds when I die

And this love has only grown stronger in my being no matter how hard to dismiss it I may try

Brazenly this fire burns nightly, but the ashes are blown to a wind which does not seem to know or care

Alas she has no time, word, touch, nor love for me to spare

Had she wanted to do so, supernovas might flee in despair

Dancing in the galaxy’s opera house where the Angels come to and fro

Among planets that roll through time and space to come and go

Revered by the shooting stars which adorn the darkness with a sparkling train

All waves of light that flickered from beginning to end all the same

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Composing tunes of amour, and the beauty of her name