My love, my love is anything but, Thinly veneer from a masonry cut. Deep rooted in my earthen soul, Feeds on me to become a whole. You were my moon, my beautiful, But I was your sun and dutiful. Pray I ask, to what does the moon, Owe its beauty, or is it too soon? Was my light not enough for you? It wasn't much, but it was true. Two sides of a coin, I thought; shame For one can't see the other's blot. Apart but together, how it meant to me, Together but apart, was it meant to be? Sin was grave, betrayal unforgivable, All I did was to make it more livable. I dispensed justice don't you see? Your sin punished and now you are free. Gentle eyes, Dimples of your smile, Your warm bosom, The tender petal, That is your touch, I miss, I covet, but My heart gripped in sadness, For they now lack life. Your hands, now cold, tremble in mine, I apologize, my rage crossed a line. Don't you worry, soon it shall be fine. You see, one trigger, another pull, And both of us free. As water flows under the bridge, And now, so shall we.
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