To Have You in My Arms
Until the End of Time
By George Whyte
Art By Evelyn Tindle
Waiting in vain for the inevitable only urges me on to quench the thirst I have for the taste of your lips.

One taste will forever entrance me into the mindless tomb of love you have dug for me to bury myself.

For fate has sealed my doom in the love you have kept from me

Yet it calls to me like souls from beyond the grave to continue my quest to have you in my arms

until the end of time.