Her young eyes; once soft blue pools of love; <br />Where trust floated safely in gentle rocking above; <br />Beautiful to behold and relish in the joy; <br />of admiration and affection; <br />Oh that lucky boy. <br /> <br />But now that beauty is stolen; <br />The boy snatched it away; <br />The eyes <br />are Gray, sharp rocks of flint, ready to slice and flay; <br />probing searching for your next betrayal and fear; <br />Not just that scoundrel, but anyone that comes near; <br />Come closer, closer, let me whisper in thy ear; <br /> <br />Once security would not fear to land; <br />And drink the nector from her lips; <br />feel caresses from her hand. <br /> <br />Her tongue spoke only <br />in sweet gentle trickles, <br />now a raging turrents, critical and fickle. <br />A hand is offered but withdrawn; <br />affection my dear, is too costly, much too costly, <br /> to part with at all. <br /> <br />Once basking in her presence left you feeling <br />stable and safe, <br />now her presence chips and chafes, <br />Now feeding nothing but the growing flood of despair; <br />All must pay, due to the affair. <br />Once a playful dance, now steps to trip and crush; <br />Her soft wet pink heart is now gray with dust. <br /> <br />Don't hate her mister, for you knew; <br />that you stole her beauty, when you betrayed her love for you. <br />You knew that Love is fragile,
