Final Testimony Poem by Ciaran Quirke

Can one comprehend
the pain and the torture
of affection great, not met
with equal feeling.

The sleepless nights and
the cold blue moons,
the red roses that die, as they
demand to colour your
cheeks; the colour of snow.

A decaying tree can’t comprehend
the power of love but only
the warmth of summer rays,
the wrath of winter days.
And yet it conjures
an image of fortitude as it
withstands time’s testimony.

But my heart, cannot.

And with one final
withering beat, it dies,
and so too, it cries.

Now! As a final testimony
I give a declaration,
My love is ostentatious,
In my own comprehension.