We was to never be

Ever as we was

Never will there be an us

Fever one self

And done you wrong

Like a country song

You was hurt so

Bring ***** in on the rug

And surly this was love

Such a women would don a crown above her

A polite southerner would say

Should had done you better

Then gone on to the next one

Loneliness draws the moth to the flame

Came to one door

Fed me from one plate

And give of one bed

You didn't wish to lay *****

Led me in pray

Even though I might stray

I ought not to be so lucky

You stuck along side

This fool and his pride

Use not my love as an excuse

For above which you will otherwise leave

A plate of rice and beans is kept waiting on the stove

For what else is Heaven but a place that service your favorites?

Of where grace is said before every meal

A space is set with an empty seat

I treated you badly

Had it not been for me you would had knew joy

Could had seen Rome

Known not of this silent that greets you

Cradling hands around a body that you couldn't lent me

In a home that you wouldn't rent me

Strength alone will only mend a heart but not heal it

I couldn't deal with such things as parting

So instead I started to write you a song

Before long it became a poem

And then just some words

If only heard in a dream

We might had been