morto

Morto

Artist-
what happened to you and your love, cherubim?
Did you not sweep her off her feet in your beam?
I thought, of all creatures, an angel could love.
are you not just love that was sent from above?
tell me, cherubim, is it true that you are blessed
with a great big heart that beats inside that chest?
tell me, angel, have you tasted love divine?
tell me, is it true, is it sweeter than wine?
angel, oh angel, is love all but a jest?
I must know, angel, I loved with all my best
I loved, my dear angel, with all of my heart
and now, her and me, we sadly must part
but tell me, what happened to your love cherubim?
the old man, though dying, felt gladness not grim

Angel-
I am sorry old man, I have no answer
though I am an angel, I know not better
I have no experience to share about love
although I admit I was sent from above
I know not of beauty or arts and its way
to make a heart yearn for someone each day
I envy you, man, although you are sinners
all experts of love, arts, beauty and liquors
I envy you, man, you love one much deeper
I on hand, know not how to love another
I am hated by all, for sorrow blame me
for I take away the one they love greatly
I wish only to love and be loved and more
I'm the angel of death and I am life's whore

-Orville "chubby" Basas