Our Love Is Like A Star
Our love is like a star After a life painfully brief Your death the nova The afterglow the grief
Blue of bereavement And red of stinging sorrow At the center of it all The white dwarf will last to tomorrow's morrow
The white dwarf- A core dense and pale, glowing faint From the residual blaze of life No fissile beating in its heart- silent as the penitent saint
Dwarf’s dim light and love of the bereaved Two things which ought to be cherished Against all the timeless ticking aeons Two defiant embers which can never truly perish
For there is love without life In the memories before the goodbye Never again to ignite But neither ever to die