The Cave Poem by Joshua Swanson

Can you spare a second of your time?
I would like to tell you a story. One so divine.
I'd need to warn you, for I have to the rest.
The ending of this story may leave you quite depressed.

I loved her so, as she did I.
We loved eachother, you musn't deny.

I'd stop by her house and give her some flowers,
Then we'd make small talk of things we now should not cower.
We'd walk to our cave, where we would just lay down and kiss.
Oh, that is something that I greatly now miss.

I loved her so, as she did I.
We loved eachother, my, oh my.

We would take walks around the Mountain of Heth.
We would just talk about nothing, just save the rest.
As I opened my arms and she came to me,
I knew what would happen from what I could see.

I loved her so, as she did I.
We loved eachother, until we would die.

Our embrace took so lovingly long,
But to myself, I hoped I was wrong,
For I could see above her head, as I looked at the peak,
Of the mountain that I now hoped was completely oblique.

I loved her so, as she did I.
I loved her so, I loved my dear July.

The black bird on the crest of the mountain so tall,
Was as dark as the night we last spoke, I recall.
The black bird on the crest of the mountain so tall,
Was an omen, like in tails, an omen to enthrall.

I loved her so, as she did I.
We loved eachother, but soon she would die.

I pushed the dark portension out of my head,
But nothing I would do could keep her from the dead.
I turned around with her in my arms,
But then what had happened hit with great harm.

I loved her so, as she did I.
We loved eachother, but I still ask why.

When I had turned, there was no ground left,
But when we fell from the cliff, I sensed no bereft.
I closed my eyes, and grabbed for her hand,
But by shifting around, I just grabbed sand.

I loved her so, as she did I.
I hope she still loves me, my sweet, sweet July.

I opened my eyes, and then could stand up,
My clothes were soaking, and her life was corrupt.
For I fell in the water of the ocean so vast,
But my sweet, sweet July's life had just passed.

I loved her so, as she did I.
We loved eachother, you musn't deny.

She hit a rock that spiraled from the ocean.
But for myself, I waited for some kind of motion.
My wishes never came true, like some type of slave.
She peacefully rests now, in our ocean-side cave.

I loved her so deeply, as she did I.
That omen still haunts me, so much I can cry.