Love Letter to Years End You were fun to live, in the short time it took to live you. You brought me a momentary burst of happiness. But the smile that just touched my lips has gone just as quickly. Like a lantern fading on the coldest of winter nights. I watch you dim from afar and I know it's not okay to linger on too long, though the cadence of your wisdom has done more to enlighten me than any other so called worldly texts. It seems as if this miniscule confrontation was always destined to inform me of a very important truth, yet, as we know such dreams of destiny are beneath my outlooks and world views. It's much more likely that I just enjoy how your months flow together like a poem, and how they seem to roam and frolic. Such is the power of this knowledge that I am impelled to leave you, like the dew on a mountaintop, and sounds after the rain drops and night stops and brings light to a brand new dawn. But remember this, like under the dawn of death and in the end of life, or a song, and like the miracle that tomorrow always comes I know that the memories live on.
There are some lines that don't flow well in this. Like the extra long ones in a normally short stanza. Overral its good.
Thanks Pidgeon and Sarah. I agree there is some unconventional lines that don't really flow, maybe I'll rewrite sometime between next year and this. I know that last years roses were a deep red and that its violets were an extraordinary type of blue but it doesn't subtract from the fact that Pidgeon still got sued. Sorry, forgive me.