Last Amen

I once had an angel from Heaven,
Who beat with the life of my heart's desire,
With her magical allusions to true love,
She filled my soul with spiritual fire,
I could taste the smell of her goodness,
And feel her heartbeat within my palms,
I felt glorified in her presence,
Sanctified by her simplest charms.

She placed our love on a rose bud,
So that we could blossom beneath the sun,
To savor the flavors of nature,
And for a while, our hearts beat as one,
And for a while we were our own saviors,
Singing our own hymns to our love,
As we drank from the wine of the sunset,
In a toast to the stars up above.

She made me laugh with her whispers,
And she taught me to love with my mind,
She showed me the way to salvation,
And I sailed like a bird on her wings,
As our love soared within sight of Nirvana,
And our souls sailed away on the breeze,
I became embroiled in her cosmic light,
And felt her contentment within me.

Then one day I went out drinking,
With my old friend, John Barleycorn,
I sunk my head in his glass of gold,
To savor the taste of his scorn.
For Old John, he didn't like romance,
And he endlessly whined it's lament,
While I savored his sin on my taste-buds,
Drunk and besotted with shame.

Old John took control of my destiny,
And I sank further down with his demons,
For although love is strong, it is also fragile,
And I broke her heart for no reason.
And I've come to the realization,
That I broke my own heart, the way I behaved,
For she left me to the peal of her last amen,
As I walked into her church to be saved.

And I sang my psalms to her congregation,
Through a veil of tears from my eyes,
They bowed their heads in silent prayer,
In mourning for my sacrifice,
And although the world keeps turning,
For me, things have come to an end,
For without her my life has no meaning,
There will be nothing after my last amen.