There he was With his black velvet heart Smooth to touch, to feel, to love Drawing me into that luxuriousness of this man Something so soft, but so dark, so dark.
So I continued to be drawn by the softness, the richness The dark eyes, dark hair, oh the lair Once captured there was no escape My heart forever was bound by his sultry all No escape for whom we fall.
I shall never leave my cell Of love that is lost and at great cost Was my love was for him. In my dreams he does come But only with pain To hurt me, break me over again Oh the love that was lost at such a great cost.
I lost my heart to him and to him alone My sweet innocent heart placed at his throne Till death do us part was so very wrong It simply did not last that long But for him my mind does still roam.
To love again I will never impart Because of his black velvet heart.
This poem is about the first and only true love of my life.