"I have loved in my time,"
I tell St. Peter
He wears white robes
With golden wings
He holds a quill over a blank book
"I'm sorry," he says
"Come again?"
"I have known love, sir,"
My only answer
He frowns and shakes his head
"That just won't do,"
His hand hesitates
"I have loved, sir, and failed,"
My only claim
He throws the pen down
"So what am I to write?"
"That I have loved, sir,"
He only scowls at me.
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