he walked in the doorway,
and the light was on,
glancing towards the hallway,
he sees the puddle on the floor,
wondering to himself if the ceiling leaks,
thinking maybe someone spilled something,
he walks through the puddle on the floor,
heading across the dining room carpet,
to the bathroom door,
wandering in the quiet,
he looks in the mirror to wipe his face,
and notices he has left tracks in his wake,
and one thing hits him,
the tracks are red,
he walks back to the kitchen and looks around the door,
and there she is lying in the floor,
something so horrendous,
a sorrowful site to see,
his love his life in the puddle at his feet,
he doesn't know what to do,
but he doesn't want to go on,
so silently he reaches and grabs the gun,
from her cold dead hand,
he looks to the skies,
and then stares at the red,
hoping for some answer from God above,
receiving none he cocks the gun,
he collapses in a heap beside his girl,
with the gun to his head;

he kisses her lips and shakes his head,
he presses the barrel to his brain,
closes his eyes,
and darkness overcame,
he tries to remember her last sweet smile,
but he knows he will be peaceful in a little while,
so he pulls the trigger and slides eternity into bed,
as the Ghost Of Love bows her head,
to her the trumpets sounds once more,
as another spirit comes aboard,
she cries tears so sweetly for the broken souls,
the ones that are lost and the ones consoled,
but she holds fate in the palms of her hands,
she takes care in choosing for the promised land,
she lets Love in its glory survive,
but through death she must decide,
as she looks on through the eyes of another head,
she decides for the person life or death,
and sometimes she chooses to let them live in pain,
as a lesson to be shown tradegy can be overcame,
and sometimes she chooses to let the person die,
coming to her in the deep blue sky,
always for her a hard choice to make,
either life or death only one to take,
so now as the two bodies lie in pools of blood,
forever united in her place,
she looks out once more over God's great Space,
as one more single tear falls from her eye,
then no more shed for awhile,
and no more lies......

by joshua farmer
copyright 6-17-1999

dedicated to anyone who has ever loved someone so much, that they would be willing to die for the other person, so that they could be forever together, united in the Paradise of the Angel of Love.

    Source: geocities.com/thelastsunsetkiss