Lying away under the star spangled night
who could say we were just out of a fight
I looked at her gleaming eyes and then the moon
I felt I was about to faint seeing them soon.
Her words too unclear for me to hear
The beauty replete too much to bear
Lying besides on a lonely path
and we the victims of each others wrath.
The lights around shining like beads of brass
Blurring away as she rolls a little on the grass
Turning red her lovely cheeks, probably in a blush
or maybe it was the result of my own blood rush
The aroma it was of Chateau de French perfume
as I closed my eyes and the smell did I assume
Lying beside her, soft fingers running by my side
and slowly as they slid by my heart, I sighed.
No onlookers to see or describe me or her
as she prepared to leave draped in heavy fur
A gift from me I still remember
Fawn colour with shades of amber.
And today on my birthday,
as the bell tower rung at midway
I wanted to have a look at my gift once again
as she looked away without any pain.
A small nocturnal does come and peck
pulled out my gift deep from my neck.
and placed it close to my heart, on it
as I saw the brass lights dimly lit.
The gift, shining in the full moon glistened
And to the rush of blood I listened
I looked at her gleaming eyes, then the moon
I felt I was about to die very soon.
As she stood, trampled the grass and left
And I lied there, wincing in pain, bereft
I picked up the gift smeared in red rum (read red rum in reverse)
to take it back, I hoped she would come.
Placed it back deep in the heart creating a rift
More blood gushed, but afterall it was a gift
from the one to whom I dedicated my life to
It was hers, and she did the best she could do.
