[They say it's game over]

The disease is on my finger,
And the tiara on my head.
Beautiful music, let it be a ringer.
Let the euphoric scent of flowers linger.
And I could now die happy if I were dead.

And my Priest! He hates me good,
For he even exhaled his spite.
I could feel my heart explode.
Would you save me if you could?
For loving you is rude,
But without you I’m not good.
And now who is glad to see this fight?

But she spoke to remind me,
She plucked a flower from her hair.
Then calm arose within me,
And the God-box I could see.
Him. Lovely, alive, waiting for me.
Loving an angel with beauty so rare.

Now the letters begin to appear
To knot this fitted promise.
They should show no fear,
But lend a mending ear,
I’ll love you year after year.
Our love will always flourish.
New seasons call for cheer.
Every moment you will be missed,
Even if you are right here.

If God were to take you,
Oh how I’d cry, cry,
If I could not embrace you,
Let the flowers dew.
Oh say it weren’t true.
I’d die if I lost you.

.Alyss.
2.14.11