Por Siempre Poem by Sans Serif

Allow me, for our time was short,
A chance to get a final retort
On what was once the flight of life
We all rode on in quick, queer hype
Tis this short thinking that brought the blame
And gave the word, Love, a face of shame.
To jump at love with rash content
Bring forth all naught but afterward contempt.
Love in view should be in mind
Not a thing to shade to or bind
In envious hate or shameful fact
For love is nothing more now than Act.
For we doth waste our Por Siempre,
Our love, For Always, we hope and pray.