was feeling very EA Poe

The tipping point

In private and secret moments,
And memory’s havoc goes full force,
Gentler times of sweet kiss torments,
And this love like contagion runs it’s course,

So in the heat, of that recollection,
In the sickly sweet summer of regret ,
You add it to the collection,
Of the breathy days and salt sweat,

So in kind worship curves remember,
The taste of lip the gleam in the eye bright,
And each word spoken dismember,
To find the cause of her flight,

For these hands once held beauty,
And lay enraptured in loving song,
But them regrettably comes the duty,
To archive them where they belong,

For my love, now sleeps
In the cold unforgiving ground,
Deaths evil sickle reaps,
And hears only the dirge’s sound,

But there is another time and place,
Where our eyes will meet,
For that day I heighten the pace,
And in love’s eternity death defeat,