And so this bold new script descry
the fever'd dream of boy departed
upon the roads of chance full hearted
I know the who and when not why.
For a time ago I knew myself
but Cynical is a bird of stealth
Did steal the guise with harshest cry
to pick apart with drooling maw
with fickle beak like jackadaw
and so he's left for eyes to pry
upon the hollow form beneath
No character so self bequeathed.

How sick and green it creeps inside,
and brings dark thoughts and fears beside,
a beginning so pure and new,
that no true reason could eschew,
the envy that epitomes,
the horrid beast called jealousy.

It grasps with darkened tendrils black,
and seeks in fevered mind to wrack,
all semblance of humility,
and give to greed stability.
To clutch the heart in taloned paw,
and feed all hope unto its maw.

To my girl with the Christmas eyes,
with heavy heart I severed ties,
and hoped perhaps to find within,
a chance to begin again,
my life without a compromise.

In time you will learn to despise,
the simplest fact, that true love dies.
An you will think of all that's been,
My girl with the Christmas eyes.

Through broken spirits must arise,
a better you from sorrows guise.
For the words that are writ herein,
are filled with care, wracked by sin,
I stole your heart, I realize,
My girl with the Christmas eyes.