Friday, April 2, 2010

Final Breath

Without a touch, without a sound
she slipped so quickly to the ground
I had her tightly, yes I swear
I kept her close, I held her near
Safe from harm and free of worry
Why was she in such a hurry
Was I bad, too down to earth
Did I sit too long by the hearth
Was I not well, did I complain
Was I mistaken, was I too plain
I thought of her just like a Queen
One with money; I her King
So rich and witty, but certainly loved
Did I not show her it enough?
My love so dear, has gone away
and it's because I've gone astray
I tried my best but my poor dear
Is gone forever, so I fear
that I must suffer all alone
In this baren, empty home
I'll wait here for her till my death
And give to her my final breath

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