When on your deathbed you lay.
You lie,reflecting on the precious things you sorely lost.
An aching you will feel, tangled up inside your heart.
Will you regret the love, the true love that you lost?
The auburn one, the daring darling
That woman who played on your head.
Dropping you from the highest heights unto the depths of despair.
You were lucky,so lucky, she was love personified.
But you were fool too much, too much a fool to see.
(c) Livvi 01/05/2014