BEGGARS

Beggars


You married me for a little while
And then you had to go
I thought our love to death would last
But I didn't know.

That death was there within the bud
Of the new love that would bloom
And cold winds waited at the gate
Of the garden warmth of June.

But oh, the passion of your kiss!
The heat of your embrace!
The sweetness of your sultry smile,
The love there on your face!

I saw the things I longed to see
That weren't really there
And all I gave so freely of
You had no will to share.

And I, so wedded, always remained
While your heart rambled free
And gave your love to other fools
And never thought of me.

Until the day, of all that love
You found yourself deprived
And you came back to your first love
Where my joy had arrived.

And oh, the horror on your face!
To find that love had gone
And no one waited in that garden
And you felt so alone.

For I had waited a thousand years
That only came to three
And I had strained to hear your footsteps
Running back to me.

And in the madness that true love brings
When true love is denied
Sweet death embraced me in it's arms
When all my hope had died.

There in the garden of first love found
You heard the singing crows
No trace of me for your eyes to see
Just a single, solemn rose.

How sad that marriage seldom proves
The bonding of two souls
But one heart is full and one is empty
Like the beggars and their bowls.


©by Voo
Aug 19, 2016
11:31 p.m.