true love

i can still recall my first memorized poem i learned that i found printed from an old ruined wall on my alma mater when i was in my fifth grade.  the antiquity of its message back then is still fresh and charming these days and new.  silly, but it's true.

true love

i do believe the lord above

created you for me to love

he picked you up from all the rest

because he knew i love you best

i have a heart and it is new

it is gone from me to you

so, care for it like what i do

because i have none and you have two

if i go to heaven and if you are not here,

i will wait for you on the golden stairs

and, if you are not here on that judgment day,

i know you went the other way

so, i'll return my angel's wing;

my golden harp and everything

to prove to you my love is true,

i go to hell and be with you.