~~~ New Song For Old Wrongs ~~~
~New Song,For Old Wrongs~
This poverty, of sweet affection, felt,
Her love wears rags, her lust, a pelt;
Rejecting aces, she's been dealt,
Too hot to handle, this fiery Celt.
When you withdraw, it makes her weak,
She craves desire, to feel unique.
Your heart returns, she feels the pain,
You take it back, to give, again.
Her clear jade lanterns, burning bright,
Jewelled phantoms, perched, round discs of night.
That face, is all that you can see;
She's nothing, but everything, to me,
Warm beach, to an everlasting sea,
Of love, though could it ever be?
An empty heart speaks nought;
And words cannot be bought.
Mixed feelings, won't report;
Just her, lost in this golden thought.
Part of me, needs all of her, and
All of her, wants part of me;
I'll miss the only woman, I love,
I'll never forget my Yankee dove.
REPEAT CHORUS.........to fade....................