Ode to Liz

My Beautiful Lady,

I sleep perchance to dream once more
of a love, a life-time gone before
my ego came and took control
my life, my sense, my love it stole.

Cleopatra, you took my breath away
yet my roving eye still did stray
a drunk! a flirt! a fool! was I
let the truth be known before I die.

No woman could ever take your place
no other did feel my true embrace
though we're apart I dream at will
that you'll come back, this void to fill.

A drunk, washed up, still here's the truth
as I look back upon my youth
mistakes were made, though you're not one
you're still my earth, my stars my sun.

I curse myself, then curse some more
that I let you walk right out the door
not once, but twice, we signed with quill
you left both times yet I love you still.

No manuscript, no part to act
when opposites meet they just attract
you had me from the first hello
why, oh why did I let you go?

Forever Yours

R xxx

@Hellon March 2011

*Speculating on the possible content of the unpublished love letter from Richard Burton that Eizabeth Taylor took to her grave.

* Written for Dixidaisy's content a while ago.