Your smile is a melody
Played out upon a handsome face,
But since our strings were rent in two,
It's more a wound than it's a grace.

Your laugh is like a warbling brook
That brings the lonely heart relief,
But since our evening's torrid rain,
The sound of you just brings me grief.

Your voice is like hot chocolate
That warms one to the very core,
But since you ceased to speak to me,
I cannot drink it anymore.

Your hands are anchors in the storm
That hold the ship safe in the port,
But since our tide has long gone out,
Your touch will only harm and hurt.

Your hair is like a cushioned cloud
Where severed lips may find their seat,
But since the sev'ring was in us,
My kisses fall down at my feet.

Your eyes are but two dancing stars
That welcome home the weary soul,
But since this fog has come between,
I stumble like some blinded fool.

Your tears are like the misting rain
Through which the sun shines bows above.
So lovely, soft, and sad they flow,
But never more are mine to love.