The Master Will Appear Poem by Etienne Charilaou

The love of your life gone - dead.
This sad mantra you repeated:
What can you do?
What can you do?

This poem is in memory of you;
for ‘tis certain now;
whether in heaven or in nullity,
you are with the one you loved,
who loved you.

O, away with sadness;
I would rejoice, be happy or merry;
I know there will be another love -
I know it;
for before I was only warming up - and though
the ardour of my flame frightened at times;
and perforce has cooled;
yet brighter still something burns -
even the 1000-sun atomic glare seems pale in comparison
to what's raging there -
my heart going supernova.