In the beginning, I became infatuated… Polite, and he had passion in his eyes. In the fall our love lit the trees on fire Now my husband, my irresistible liar’hellip;
He had the ability to paint me edible portraits with words that came out of his mouth Everything that he initially told me, made me want to taste what he was all about. He played me’hellip; the violin every now and then’hellip; The humidity between us, too thick to breathe every now and then But with white roses, he loved me. I was the dove to his love He became the bitter sweet ache to my cake So beautiful he was, late I came to know that without me he lacked Huhuhmm. He loves me like the sun loves the color black so he repeats Now, I cannot stand the heat
The beautiful rainbows to my soul he’s taken away
He loves me’hellip;. My body, my spirit he’s been beating Each and every day
