Oh friend is this the ending rendezvous,
Shards of stained church gla** lying on the murky gra**,
Hell's dark rays piercing fantastically through the gothic tree under which we initially made our picturesque picnic,
The sky's eerie heaviness beginning to crush out the beautiful, romantic, twisted times had,
Oh no it's not the end darlin',
Your eyes are fine like blue kaleidoscopic crystals,
Your voice and words are as mellifluous as the syrup busy bees make in buzzing hives,
Sometimes the sounds are piercing like rose thorns, but oh how their irresistible alcohol make a girl ooo want to come back for more.
You're always changing in and out, like cresting and receding electronic waves,
Matt you will always remain the lovely same,
Ahh and betwixt arms, lips, sheets, and legs those long-lasting, scrumptious memories were made.
The darkest Night will continue to enamor the Twilight with its sweet face as the Love Boat sails...sails....on Gaea's sea ohah.
-O