A Beautiful Lie

I can't stand the thought of those white roses I've placed over your eyelids dying, as all things must…

but

death is just a perspective trick:

there is only change; nothing can stay the same forever:

permanence is impossible…

but

when my fingertips traverse your skin, when you look at me & truly see; when you give the grace of your love,

I despise truth.

I want to believe a beautiful lie, one big enough for us both to climb inside together:

two ancient creatures enclosed in amber our limbs entangled forever…