Her eyes are damp with tears of him.

He left her alone once again.

She said she loved him every night and kissed him softly and held him tight.

And then the day he went away her heart was broke her mind went stray.

She wondered where her love might be from the highest mountain or the deepest sea.

Word had came he died one day he had crashed a ship along a bay.

She sat alone in a wooden chair singing a song of a widow's bare.

A child laid inside her womb it was his son he never knew.

Years they passed and so did she, she found another love you see.

But he came back luggage in hand to find her with another man.

He did not complain nor did he groan but determined to find a love of his own.

And she was found wondering why her lost old lover did not die.

He drank in sorrow she sat in pain.

Two lovers broken just the same.

But lovers they are never more for time and fate have shut that door.

The child grew to be a man and two lost lovers found their hands.

But she was married he was a drunk it was forbidden but it was love.

And then the day had to come when they were found in bed with touch.

She was called a ***** and a *****.

He was called a filthy man.

But together they share in a old broke shack a love that stands
As strong as facts.

For love can stand the test of time and that is why love cannot die.

Xoxo