Who lit this flambeau and lost midlife soul afire
Though I know her trusted love thus shall nev’er be won
And now too late undone this wisp a tryst begun
You'’re prompt to pour my pounding heart upon your pyre
Too long I stayed possessed tasting time your pure desire
I prayed for the day you would feel my sun
Instead you read and saw what you had won
You conquered, turned and walked as my tortured soul did burn
A devotion propels this soul to a time when I was the one
When once I tracked my prey to feed this selfish pride
As only sex would sate my depraved self-esteem
Divorced my life a knife cut deep inside
To friends I won fair hearts with these words I sing
But until you smiled I filed a pile of nothing

05/07/2007