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
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