When Heaven's Not Enough
Not all desire paradise
as some desires
exist there not.
Satan proved it
in retaining his lust for power;
A need for more than heaven.
I fear a fate quite similar
but for a desire
far more fair.
She is a lover's legend,
A myriad of myths.
The dream of every lover passed;
an idyllic match, a perfect fit.
There is a taste of fantasy on her lips,
an undreamed depth within her eyes.
With kisses much like fairy tales,
though each is
never happily ended.
It's in moments apart I remember
that the world is just the world
and only she can make it more.
I will not exist without her.
Should I die first,
let me cease to be.
May god still his hand
and not pen my life
so much as one more page without you.
"The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n"
I will not be that angel,
feet dangling off the edge of a cloud
looking down upon the Earth.
Re.coiling from sadness,
limp wings behind my back.
A paroxysm of depression
lies but one step beyond those gates.
I will not be solitude's apprentice.
She is here, and until that changes
heaven is empty.
Let there be a gap in my existence,
and I from heaven's hell be tossed;
for the moment I'm without her
my paradise is lost.
~Quote taken from Sir John Milton, Paradise Lost, 1667.~