My soul to thee bequeathed

My soul to thee bequeathed

Million dollar smile
Attitude that's poor
Heart of silver
Amulet secure
Charmed I'm sure
The allure
Of holding you in my arms
Remain pure
Threw a penny in the well that I bid you fare
Bid you adjure
Use to marathon run your fingers through my hair
Now there
Is but a blank stare abhorred
A mere grimace amor
Our love is diminished
The thirst for
Our once intimacy will never be quenched
Nor ever restored
This labor of love has become but a tedious chore
You use to adore
Now unfortunately ignore
I implore and beseech
Double cross me like two crucifixes
Crucify my heart and hope to perish
My soul to thee bequeathed