A melody that haunts
A molten kiss that taunts
Oh fire that doesn't burn
But only makes one yearn
I douse your flames with
Aching antipathy, while I
Cast a spell of impotence
On thee
Never again will you sing
Your song of loves refrain
No more syncopation to
Ignite for just a night then
Take your warm embrace
To anothers place where
You make music without
care, performing as a pair
The notes you wrote just for
Me, were sung to another
In a different key, but still
They were the same, with
Which you set more hearts
Aflame, so all that's left for
Me to do is to take your gift
Away from you
No more will your sonata play
No concerto or nocturne today
Nor will you make sweet harmony
There'll be no adagio or symphony
No more will you find a nightingale
to seranade you with a sweet tale
While you use your fine instrument
to perform an accompaniment
etw
Much Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
A difficult task to incorporate all of that. You did a fine job!
How are those eyes??
Cryssa
Wnderful!
Becca~
peace and love, Carole~
Great write, ET.. but then again, that's just YOU!
RM
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
I hope all is well with you!
Sandie May :o)
Cast a spell of impotence
On thee
WOW!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Georg
Sadness lingers in these lines - haunting melody you pen into my ears and heart. Well done -
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla. :(
Be always safe,
Karen