Immersed in the thrill of a heartbeat
Touching the souls of the betrothed
Living in sin of temptation
Growing up, growing old.
Surpassing milestones and memories
Dreams of the sky disappear
Committing too many felonies
Insufficient submission and fear.
Your eyes sparkled, sullenly
Moments of love too few
If my heart was made of money
Would you take that too?
Beyond capable understanding
So far that you can’t see the line
Regret doesn’t comfort the landing
Too many times you haven’t been mine.
Horizon fills with grey stripes of cirrus
Stormy teacup circles commence within
The flowers of honesty, faith and trust
Disintegrate love in the beginning.