Love Poem: Soft--First Scripture
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Written by: John Allen

Soft--First Scripture

Born of windy delight and softer than a light breeze
blows your soothing blissful breath amid the swaying trees
So cooly it whispers to my upturned ear
that you have not left me so early this year
you are with me still and the world is ours
we are free again to covet the seas and the stars
The world is not this cold shriveled dead thing
and you are still able to sing in clear joyful ring
I love you with amber and gold from my beating heart
with your softer than cloudy embrace touch i never wish to part
though i know that this be only dream
i linger on in this peaceful stream
wishing you were still here to bathe me in love
trying so hard to still stand to look for you up above
yet the light fades into the dusk
and the living tree is creaking into dried husk
the stars turn cold and the breeze is bitter stone
there is no softer than soft wind when i cringe alone
I sigh and I cry
why wasn't i the one to die
then i crumble into this heap
fallen into nightmarish sleep
the angels have gone from my side
and the love i once had has fled to hide
no more Autumn in this place
when i can no longer kiss your face
so fragile i am now in this decrepit state
my world of love has twisted to the clawings of hate
how could heaven bestow such a gift
and steal it away on death's wings so terrible and swift
I given up all that i had just for you
but i guess much more than that had to be due
i loved you more than those pearly gates
and maybe that is why i angered those vain fates
i love you and have you not
underneath the ground is where you will now rot
it has been more than 15 years
you would think by now that i would have conquered those fears
you didn't really love me in the end
but i was still so glad to be called your friend
the roses blush with my obsession
but it was not one derived of possession
i loved you with a love that was pure
but it was a love life could not endure
for you see there can only be one heaven
and that can not dwell here on earth
the angels turn sour in their blessing
when another heaven is given birth