All was sweet, smiles galore,
Other than kissing, there was nothing more
Not a touch of the finger,
not a ripple to the skin,
Not a mile to go on or an inch to begin
Just sweet gentle love.
But like a cheese, this had to mature
8 months with a two month separation, I felt sure
Not one doubt in my head,
Not a thought of going back,
me and him, laying on that bed,
Our sweet gentle love.
Infront of a candle, melted to wax
We laid on the bed, straight on our backs,
Not a moment of regret
Not a moment to ask
I assumed our love was eternity set
As sweet gentle love
I should have known from the blood,
That the love was as bitter as cud,
Not a sign of sympathy
Not a sign of empathy
Just the memories of our once sweet love. |
