love poems

Ms. Dolan and Mr. Wilder

Here goes a rain and a tear singing their Holy Grail ode
Gumamelas strumming the ukulele's odd rod
A praise of couplet shells made their of bond of bod
The black pearls in the Bermuda is where our cod

The Great Depression in its contemporary era
The Black Dahlia eon in its beautiful seascape
They're called lame loners in the Pacific Coast terra
Inside the Griffith Observatory, dancing in the dome of fame

Only a monsieur and a mademoiselle would end up laughing all off
Chanting the devil names of the seraphs' in the Golden Bridge
Dancing off all the dirts in Downtown L.A., a Boulder City projection
Boston is their main clandestine of their chandelier pierced lighter

Old to young, young to old, dreams never goes withered rot
They have their theme inside a pub they call once a story
A roasted chicken in its supper got bad blood with its young blood of stars
The blue stars call out their cliff and called it beat dropping

Parisian golds and silvers and shoes and clothes and all twirls of towers
Cabaret our world, vaudeville our home, opera our lives, theatre our city
Briar Rose her life, Aladdin his life, actor and actress her story, musician and lyricist his prose
CinemaScope is their 16:9 platform format of their limited world

Rebel Without A Cause is their name, Casablanca is their love getaway
Goldfinger is their summer montage spree movie rolls
Les Miserables is their surname, Phantom Of The Opera's their full name
Fahrenheit 451 is their Romeo and Juliet play with its locus to their ill-fate

Moulin Rouge those fun they hath all combustion of the bluish flames
Pantheon those moments they have to endure all the soars of the roars
But to its frames that come along, clips do fade and go and revert all over again
Beautiful things were bittersweet, candor and zealous like hazy photographs laid in walls

Tell-tale is up, a gesture swishes the curtains, miss and mister were signing off
Dolan and Wilder went go back to their own cages, like how it was supposed to be