A Storm In Heaven, Sections 25-30

Yet never did he waver from the path he had chose Lyla was his sun, his moon, and his desert rose Not even the temptations he met throughout those years Those sweet little whispers did fall on deaf ears Not a friend from class who had too much to drink Not the pretty sorority girl who told him not to think Not even the beauty who desired him more than most Could get Ryan Adams to abandon his mighty oaths Oft they spent evenings studying late into the morn Ryan ever cheering her when her heart was sad or worn Thankful she was but love was not on her mind Yet she could not tell him for she was too kind His promise he fulfilled at every opportunity His efforts ever resilient in the face of adversity Until the time came when they would soon part With graduation looming, my comrade bared his heart With every shred of skill and guts he did possess He painted a masterpiece of her in a summer dress The colors swirling dangerous wild full of love and life Made his mural of memories shine while rife With gushing emotions and agony and love Like a torrential downpour of passion from above And so he appeared a right mess when he poured out To the lovely Ms. Dawson how he felt without a doubt Speechless and stunned was the subject of his art Unsure of how to respond without harming his heart She was a gentle woman with great capacity to care But friendship was all she wished of the man standing there Troubled and worried the young woman carefully spoke Knowing all too well his heart would likely be broke With baited breath and a face drenched with sweat Ryan Adams heard his love say with much regret “You are a good man of that I am sure. But time I think will be the cure For this love you feel, for I am not the one To love you in return and be your sun. Friends we will remain for always I assure you You have been one of my best since I met you, it’s true Who else would be so selfless to lend me aid Whenever I need you for the mistakes I have made” The angelic Lyla had been as kind as she could But regardless of her words the effect would be no good For Ryan Adams would crumble in the wake of devastation Heart shattered into pieces at Lyla’s declaration It was his turn to fall, without speaking, to the ground Desiring a pool of tears in which to be drowned She reached out to hold him but her touch singed his flesh No longer, his eyes screamed, will our friendship mesh