in verse my love you are eternal.

In Verse (My Love) You Are Eternal.
_____________________________

Why Pick
Roses
I know shall
Die?

What Testament
to Love
would
such Deed Be?

A Symbol of
Beauty fading
before The
Human Eye!

(choked by
The Blacker
Thorns of
Our
Heart's Reality.)

But ...
In Verse
(My Love)
You are
Eternal..

(when cast
into
The Social
Mind.)

whether
Angelic,
or Infernal!

(My Pen
Your
Name shall
soon
Immortalize!)

j.stephen.h.

waiting for loves most sacred moment.

Waiting For Love's

Most Sacred Moment.

________________

Last Night,..I
died in You..
and, (in spite
My Darkness)
Followed your
Heartbeat down
A winding
Tunnel which
led My Soul
Towards The
End's Blinding
Light..

as Your
Laughter
melted the
Melancholy
of every Devil
in The Room.

(and made their
Spirits Bright.)

I never before
would have
believed, that
A Single Kiss
could make Time
seem like an
Absurd Myth that
Believers (Frozen
in Love's most
Sacred Moment.)
joke about because
they realize (in
their Faithful Minds)
The World has been
Deceived.

(nor would I
ever have guessed
that such an Angel
would choose to
share The Moment
with "Me.")

_

and Last Night,
I was resurrected
beneath the fabrics
of sweat soaked sheets..
as the Bleak Tragedy
of My Life passed by..
like useless Memories
which no Longer taunt
That Scared Child who
hid (for so long) behind
His Impenetrable Wall
of  Grief!!

(waiting for Love's

Most Sacred Moment.)

so..thank you.

( I now Believe.)

J.Stephen.H.

The Hateful Thread of Fate.

The Hateful
Thread of Fate.

__________________

It Kills Me

to See..

Two Souls

dressed in

Bitter Skins

of Secret

Midnight

Tragedy...

sewn by

The Hateful

Thread of

Fate;

and Love
could

have been

Reality!

(were I

not A

Member of

Hell's Estate.)

×

I've watched

This Clock so

long The Hands

have grown Eyes

which stare deeply

Into My Hearts

Abyss...

waiting on a

Paradise
(that never

comes) to
Reveal

itself Through
The

Shadow of Love's

Kiss!

But I will not

allow Loneliness

to become the

Architect of My

Discontent. (nor

Inspire Existential

Dread.)

I shall merely

shed my bitter

skin instead,..

at Peace with

The Skeletons

in My Head!

(While Hoping
that

Time Fate

provides a Finer

Thread.)

j.s.h.