they
were created that way by God's hands
the
time had come and they kissed their last kiss
instantly
knowing that they’d make a stand
death,
lingering around like a vulture
waiting,
quiet, like a malignant tumor
their
love came with a price, sometimes poison
spreading
as fast as a high school rumor
they
focused their thoughts on the good and fun
mortals
die they go to heaven, not we
their
souls fly up on the backs of white doves
we
die, all goes black and we cease to be
steal
one more kiss I fare thee well my love
Quatrain
: brink of war
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© 2014 by Patrick B Vince
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