lou sid lines

My Dove, it's now time - to clear up this dirt,
It's centuries deep, has caused fathoms of hurt.
But today, I can only clean up my own mess,
For it's causing me untold emotional stress.

This has been an incredibly tortuous journey,
Yet I've only just sacked my immoral attorney.
Let's go right back to A, sharply see what I did,
When came feelings of love which no longer we hid.

I got such a shock, such a beautiful rush,
I'd never before in my life felt so flush,
And I so badly, so badly wanted to keep
That fond fire from dying - from falling asleep.

At first, I tried vainly your true love to buy,
With a cynical flowers-wine-sympathy-lie.
I knew you'd enjoy it, I knew you so well,
Yet try as I might you did not wish to sell.

There followed a kiss - so incredibly sensual,
Where you wanted to test out my real potential,
But it left me dead calm and I couldn't comprehend
Why this physical touch did not heaven's gate rend.

Then, you realized that something was wrong,
That my tuning was out and that I was off-song,
So you bade me forget it; I claimed that I loved you,
I had pulled out a gun and had gone tried to mug you.

You explained that you really could not say the same,
That I even had failed to spell love's simple name.
Thereafter, you cut me right out of your life,
On dragged month-upon-month of sad sick sleepless strife.

So next came that long oh so infamous letter,
When I laid myself low for to snare you the better,
But you could not accept this false base-line for love
And rock-bottom awaited, my sweet-scented Dove.

You had sensed all my anger, my mad mind-control,
My furious temper, my enslaving cruel role.
I was blind to what I was attempting to do:
To trap love, to cage love, to incarcerate you.


© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.

Posted by: lou sid linesman / Tuesday, January 31, 2006