I'll never understand why Husbands and Wives kill eachother sometimes? |
"A Jealous Lover's Gift" In the corner of my empty room Hangs pictures of the way we were Cannot believe it left so soon Magic spells our love did conjure Echoes of your lonely voice Still ring from these dark walls Can't you see I had no choice From beyond, your angel calls You forced me to draw the line my love No time to play your games I felt the thunder from up above And tasted the burning flames Your eyes are gazing back at me As I choke the air from which you breath In my graceless attempt to end your life A moment in which for me, to grieve As you start to dream your body calms The bag un-fogs from your last breath Your deep-glass eyes and sweaty palms Open and unknowingly welcome death Your still, dead body lies comfortably In the grass beneath your moonlit sky Our performance passes unforgetably Nor ever stopped to question why Bright stars depart your soul from earth Shining brightly on into the night And told it's story 'till death from birth Of all your deeds and weary sights (Sailing on into the star-hung morning) In the corner of the mid-night sky Hangs stars of light, the way you were. Copyright. 1992 S.L. Schofield |