When my soul flees place me in the fire,
Let my body be enrobed in flame.
Let me feel that flickering heat –
Now love is gone, ’til then I will not again.
When I die turn this shell to ash,
And let it crumble before your eyes.
When I die please let me lie warmed one final time,
For now she is gone, ’til then it is denied.
Not much to report, really. Just had this idea, and thought I’d share it.
I hope you’re all well,
The Hapless Neo-Romantic