In a heart is forever

In love they stood together in all ways,
always becoming the meaning of life.
Under the night where love was made,
she would say to him that all was perfect.
There was a star named after her in his heart,
blessed by the very dreams he used to dream.
Water thickens in his hands tasting her lips,
kissed by the death he always wanted to know.
In her eyes the were shades of gray covering light,
trickled with blood as life became their way.
Her heart has more inside than anything h’s known,
merry meet under new moonlight where ghosts play.
She’d speak to him in ways only the devils could reveal,
a way with her tongue, a way with the very touch that is her.
His heart is now and always will be hers to hold,
under the water she controls, under his eyes.
She shines her love in her kiss so deep and futile to his life,
tempting everything he once thought was make-believe.
A tribute to love in her arms while he wakes up again,
knowing only how life was before he woke up in her arms.





Johnny Newell