Once again those vultures tried to separate me <br />From my love and future wife to be <br />They made her shed another precious tear <br />On our anniversary of one year <br /> <br />Time and time again they attack our love <br />As if they are some Godly power from up above <br />Each time they rip another piece of her heart <br />When she didn't have that much to start <br /> <br />She had my heart before I realized it was mine <br />She is the woman that God thought of when I was designed <br />My heart my soul and my only desire <br />She was the first and last to set my world on fire <br /> <br />Yet those damn vultures reached into my chest <br />And attempted to rip my love from my breast <br />This very moment they are yanking at the chain <br />At each and every pull the pain is insane <br /> <br />Yet broken and bleeding I hold on <br />And I will continue until my life is gone <br />I'll hold on to her at my dying breath <br />And I'll on still long past my death <br /> <br />I wouldn't let go of her even if I could <br />But who in there right mind would?<br /><br />Tyrone Wingfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-damn-vultures/
