You never liked me,
              
              you never loved me
                            
                           and you never could.
                                
                       ­          Cause you never saw me,

                          you never knew me

       and you never *would.

A green eyed monster within,
in behaviour satan's akin.
Other's possessions are his attraction,
flies on wings of dissatisfaction.
Hopes more for other's loss than his gain,
can take ugliest of forms without constraint.

She comes to him,
They walk together.
Through the dusky evening,
Past fields of heather.

She takes his hand,
Her fingers cold,
She starts to lead him,
Both gently and bold.

Soon the pass,
A playing boy,
Enraptured by,  
Some simple toy.

Shortly, they pass,
An old country church,
Lovingly surrounded,
By a stand of birch.

Full of lights,  
The windows shine,
While in the steeple,
The church bells chime.

Down the steps,
Carpeted wholely in red,
New bride and groom,
Joyously tread.

On they go,
At the end of the day,
Still his hand in hers,
As she leads the way.

They next pass by,
A tiny cemetery,
He sheds a tear,
To his wife in memory.

Finally, they come,
To the end of their travel,
His nerves just now,  
Begin to unravel.

She smiles at him,
And pats his hand,
She whispers softly,
"No fear, no pain in this next land."

"She's waiting there,
For you to be."
He takes her hand,
Most happily.

Through the mist,
They both do walk,
The peace he feels,
Is quite a shock.


There she is,
He runs to greet,
Tight hug and kiss,
When they meet.

He says to her,
As he takes her hand,
"It truly is,
The promised land."

When you say you're fine.
I know you're lying.
You're my friend
I know something's wrong.
Why can't you talk to me?
You may not know it
but I've been there too.
I've been depressed.
I've been so low.
I know how it is
to be alone.
I care too much
for you to feel it too.
So please just talk to me!
I worry about you.