Remember your last words to me?
I sure can't forget them.
You knew where to hit to make me hurt for real,
and you went for it.

I tried to keep my cool.
For every attack you sent my way,
I swallowed my pride, and took it like a man.
I played without defense or offense.
I could not win. I didn't want to.
I just wanted it to be over.

Eventually it was, but not before you delivered the final blow.
The "coup de grâce", as the french would say.
I was done. Finished. Hurt.

I don't blame you for what you did.
You played a hurtful game, and won.
I'm not the same person I was before that day.
I wish you no bad, but I wish you no good either.

Bed sheets impregnated with her essence.
Towels dripping the sweetness of her skin.
Wild thoughts invading my subtle thinking.
Her scent still lingering in my senses and my soul.

A fleeting heartbeat was skipped the moment our eyes met.
All reality vanished as distance disappeared.
Poetry struck me as I chose my words carefully.
A smile was virtously drawn on her face when I held her hand.

The world conspired for us to meet then.
Not before. Not after.
Just at the right moment.
We pushed fate away as it pulled us back to its path.
We lost ourselves in each other in just the blink of an eye.

A voice so heavenly angels should be jealous.
A mind so priviledged she understands me whole.
Her eyes so pure and lively even diamonds are just stones.
Her sweet embrace so warm she could reignite the sun.

Love has been reinvented, and now it wears her name.
Beautiful turns ugly whenever she's around.
If perfection's bound to gods, then she must be a goddess,
and I'd worship only her for her blessings are all mine.