Ballad Of Beloved Final -
If You were to be my final ballad,
bold and blazing,
bleeding ink burning eternally
would the book of my life
be closed on a death bed of bliss,
sealed with a locket of Your lovely longing,
perhaps left open upon my chest
to where You and I confessed
that our love is a natural obsession,
that torturous distance
made our passion more deft,
that Time was not an enemy,
It has been an ally
towards the evolution of our devotion,
the last heartbeat of a Poet Man
haloed by phoenix quills of love,
If You were my final kiss,
tight and liquid hot,
let's have our lips hold on long
to a breath immortal
unfading as faith fearless,
reverberating into the Valhalla
of Love ever living,
If You were to induce my final tear,
searing and falling
into the open mouth of my truth
It will be voicing an ultraviolet
cymatic oval
pitching into a promise
that is already realized,
If You were to be my final fear,
let It be that I am scared
of not being scared
of lovin' You all the way...
J.A.B.
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