Requiem for the memory I wish I could forget
Instilled with tears and laughter, but both bespeake regret
I loved you to distraction, my beautiful marquise
But you would keep your heart of stone and leave this girl bereaved
And icy stare, a chilling gaze, your personal aegis
with which to creully strike me down, but I rise again. Pheonix.
Why do you still haunt me? Beryl eyes enslave
my soul destroyed by a mere glimpse of the lethal glare I crave
Lips like supple daggers, every kiss a threat
My late lamented lover whos name I shant forget. |