Yeah well so much for wedded bliss. An unknown elixir I’ll always miss. So tell me when will it all start? After the fault finding of my heart? Or post hissing names in my head? Or after the blow meant me dead? Was that when the happy marriage began? Or will I live forever as an also-ran? Or should I wait after the days of silence? Forgiven after months of muted penance? Perhaps that’s when love would finally begin Once I’m finally forgiven of my unknown sin. Or perhaps now you no longer overspeak, And see me listen quite mild and meek. Was that the solid foundation missing? Or am I Prince Charming over wishing? Or once you’ve finished the loving glare, But chide me still for daring to stare. Or those moments of push and shove. Such body contact must be true love! Rhapsodies and harmonies? Syncopated symphonies? Tell me when does true love start? Why re-open a broken heart?
Though you’ll never be ready. It’ll happen soon enough Best you hear it from me, Just don’t take it so tough. Though it might possibly be I'll say what you'd rather not hear, Final words that hurt forever by me, Having spoken our greatest fear. I intended to fall out of love, Set aside the infatuation part, Release the now deadened dove, And still the over palpitating heart. I see now you’ve heard you’re worried, Your eyes blink and now can't meet mine, My guess is that our new life will always be A never ending list of faults.i You may not like what I hear I better tell true anyway I fell out of love, that's clear. But I didn't expect to fall the other way!
Would I stand with the throng who fear love’s rift?
Embraced by the crowd that desires love’s rush.
I’d rather stand aside and hide my blush.
Silently hope my path would meet love’s drift.
For I have felt false love’s momentary lift.
Desire its accomplice only seeks to crush,
And destroy love’s seed in a jealous rush,
A splintered heart left, a state no mind can sift.
While solitary, I cannot be alone,
Others suffer the sins and misfortune,
Of failed lovers who failed to importune,
Others of my ilk who dared to atone.
My heart whispers to those failed lovers few,
To you who lost love false but found love true.