Hell, I almost taste the flavour
Hell, I almost taste the flavour
Who will you be with your red, red hair?
So, what do you think of the snow?
We talked with family last night, not mine or yours
specifically but ours, the ones we love familiarly.
Or given over
to depressing thoughts.
He acquiesced when he knew our feelings.
If love is deference then I'm remiss,
I've missed the true relationship;
I am adrift amid liaisons way beyond
my understanding.
If loving you were solid gold
I'd be a millionaire, but love is gold enough for me
and money my despair.
And rest I will
with you my friend.
Oh, I hoped for a better life with fairytale ending,
a sympathetic resolution which implies
a fairer fate.
Yet love abed with death is said
to ease the way to timeless bliss, but just
for those departing.
It was a desperate hope.
While love is free
in tearful task the price of parting wears
a mask of pain which none would feign
to gladly greet.
You know it is the price of fame.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories