Made in Heaven

Some days are harder 
than others...

''I can't, I can't... just can't...
I'll get sick myself...
each time I am forced to love
 in fragments,
I am forced to cut  myself up into pieces...
my love is divided into pieces, 
then so am I...
IT'S TOO HARD, 
too fuckin' hard, 
can't do it, won't do it...
I can only love in unity,
 not in separation...


He senses it, of course.
''I have confidence in you'' he tells her.

Love...made in heaven
but forced to survive 
roaming the dirty streets of earth...
and still making it, 
still going strong,
still not just surviving,
but thriving too...