"Yet each man kills the things he loves"
And my love he has killed me..
And like a coward with his kiss..
He did it thoughtlessly..
The Judas kiss, the flattering words..
Were the weapons that he used..
Then trait'rously with tender looks..
My answering love abused..
My bitter tears almost fell like rain..
My heart pierced with a sword..
More sharp than any made by man..
The cruel deceiving word..
But in killing me so treacherously..
His own love thus denied..
The shadow dark lies rest on his own heart..
His honor too has died..
My world revolves from night to day..
Time passage heals all pain
But honor cannot be revived..
While I can love again.
Touche' lol
Love these lines..perfect!!
But honor cannot be revived..
While I can love again.
Vesna :)
Love the last statement. Hope this is true. I do hope for you.
Love Tinka
Reindeer