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

When one heart is full and one is empty

Like the beggars and their bowls.

©by Voo

Aug 19, 2016

11:31 p.m.