Yours truly, is all of eternity: A poem 

I think I, Jacob, saw the stairway at the onset 

The angels didn’t lead or mislead me, I simply didn’t forget 

I know roses only have thorns, but I also know that love lived before it was born 

And that truth and justice may come late, but can never be shorn 

I have a soul that is consoled by patience when in pain 

There is a promise (my Rachel, my Sarah) I have seen; can never be in vain 

And it is a meadow without a shadow; ‘Ere I tuned into my radio 

The music was playing from beyond the stars; I only opened my window 

And I scent your familiar fragrance; it is more than many an indulgence 

The flame is all too mellow and yet so very intense 

And you are like this to me, whatever I choose to be 

There is no death between us; yours truly, is all of eternity