In Love With My Jesus

Roses are red, violets are blue I am still in love you my sweet Jesus The sun may never rise again The moon may never shine in full The sky may spit the stars To the spinning earth The ocean may spill itself On the only earth we will ever have And I’m still in love with you I hide in the bowels of the eternal city Where my tears, are a million prayers to you Yet a swimming paradise to Brutus At whose ferocious stab, Caesar did fall Yes, what’s fertile falls in fallow soil The malignant, streams spread fast Like a merciless brain tumor Waiting impatiently To kiss the dust of my grave It is only proper to settle For the measly fraction of remaining life That renders hope an anonymous torso The more invisible something is The more certain it’s been around Like a luminous cluster of thousand lights In the mingle of life’s melancholy I will pick my autumn when the last leaf falls Mystic bubbles will sprinkle my rainbow with color There will be the days to come When roses will be blue and violets will be red As the fires of the evening dusk battle And the leaves fall in the waters of my soul Weaving from my verse’s silk, a new heaven A new earth, a new beginning Where roses are still red, violets are still blue And I’m still in love with you, my sweet Jesus