The End Is The End Of Our Love Poem by James McLain

When our eyes meet soon at the end,
Right before dusk becomes night under the moon
In the cool silver light.

What was not said, will you say now?
What we should have done, can you smile now?
Remember my love, that all you watch on T.V.
The movies of love and what then you knew.

There is only this one single question I ask,
After were gone and above us they laugh.
Inside of this place where nothing is felt, no pain
And no sorrow or flowers and rain.

And if we should meet here or there in the end,
After the sun sets.
In a sky clear of clouds, full of moon light,
Then perhaps, I'll believe in the end it was love,
Without all the angles or heaven above.