With tears and pearls

A soul that yearns.

For a greater peace,

That only man can weave.



For richer, for poor;

In sickness and health,

The kingdom falling apart

What does she want? His wealth?



Anticipation, participation

Renevation and expectation,

All in a bowl of water,

Shaped in a quater.



For the wife has his kingdom

With fullness and glee,

Wealth at her disposal

To spend it all free.



While the King loses his army and;

Abandons his court.

A distant smile, and fragile touch.

Off he goes,

To lust and dust his *****;

her touch and body;

Only for him to loath.

Oh love mine, do you heed me?
Do you hear how sorry I am?  
Is the pain, worth what you see?  
Or must I learn to give a ****.    

It was just a bakery my love.  
Just a place for love and joy.
And with your guns;
****** did Fit you like a glove.    

Did nobody tell you what love is
Didn’t you see the faces.
How could you ******; for God alone
When gift of love is not your graces.  

Those were people I loved.
Those were faces I saw in crowds.
Didn’t your heart pound to slit her throat?
As you prepare her for her innocent shroud?    

Did you not see love a far?
Did you not hear of grace?
How angry must you have been;
How heartless must you have been?

Never speak of love to the one you do
Don’t wonder by the path for;
Love has a language that will find you.
It's somewhere wrapped in your core.

That is what they told me.
They told me that a broken heart remains.
I didn’t believe it would never heal.
All I ever wanted was you in the rains.

Oh, but I told you, my love.
I told my heart to you.
You wandered by in the depths of all.
Here I dreamed of the blues.

So I learned not to give all heart.
I learned kisses come and kisses go.
Left with the faith of falling apart.
The sky is left with nothing to bestow.