She kept her heart tucked away between the pages of her favourite book. Now it's just a frail and brittle footnote in a departing love story.

I’m a man Who’s decidedly strong and tough!
You proceed to play a sad movie to call my bluff.

I see you glance with a teary-eyed smirk. Truth is revealed with your conniving detective work.

As I stomp out of the room saying stupid sad ****. You're laughing your *** off in spite of it.

Your words were as if from the Victorian age. They  spilled my heart upon this page.

This parchment of pain my quill did trace.
Tied with a ribbon of lies and lace.

Within are the writings of my defeat. Sealed with a kiss of your deceit.

Heartstrings hanging by a thread, on dormant branches bleeding red.
Frozen from whispers in the wind, spreading lies that hope is dead.

A silent cry for help to thaw an already shattered heart.
Lost in a forest of life's distrust and sadly forced apart.

Broken yet beautiful, surrounded by shades of grey.
This colourful world failed you and your soul just blew away.

My fingers gently brush the hair from your eyes.
As I rest my hand on the curve of your thigh.

As the other hand combs your hair behind your ear.
I whisper I love you and pull your body near.

Your passionate kiss stirs a blinding desire.
Two tongues dancing like flames from a fire.

Our souls become one tethered by a kiss.
Lost in the rhythm and rapture of  sacred bliss.

Dear Robin Redbreast make your nest.
In wait for the mild wind from the west.

Gust ruffled feathers from tail to crest.
Dear Robin Redbreast make your nest.

Soon laying eggs with spotted blue shells.
Then fiercely guarded from whence they dwell.

Dear Robin Redbreast make your nest.
With the colour of spring upon thy vest.