Dear Theodore ,
You have looked better
when you were not dead ,
for this candleabra I have set before you
holds you in your best light it is said .
For there is a hollow sockets where your eyes used to be ,
that once shone like stars when you first danced with me ,
that once shone into eternity.
Your olive eyes blazed like gold medallions
drifting out to sea,
whenever I walked by ,
now seem so hollow and empty
like there are no longer any stars in the sky .
A deep.orange glow from the fire that burns like brimstone reflects upon your bone ,
how I wish you could still feel it ,
whenever were alone.? .
As a silhouette reaches out like my hand
upon your face .
So. let me my love plant these white roses
in the eternal eye sockets I once called your face .
so you might at last see eternity,
again when we look into each others eyes.
And your teeth like jewels shall at last be my prize ,
as the new moon looks down,
shall I not administer a love
Potion that was once given to me,
by a lady I once saw at dusk by the sea ?
And your moustache that once ticked
my cheeks ,
that made the looking glass so jealous,it started to curse my my every whim,
whenever your moustache needed a trim.Sadly now my wax burns low ,
my candleabra I must blow ,
lest the fire keep a constant glow
or I must bid you a fond goodnight ?
For the light from the flame
now holds a certain distain.
So here's to you Theodore ,
we shall meet again once more and the new moon will arise to adore ,
through a hole in the wall,
where the tower and turrets once looked so tall .
So we might at last dance again the pavane,
in the merriment of the halls of the vile and obscene .
