Free Cee An Indian Shiver

AN INDIAN SHIVER I really don’t know why she took it back The lady lent me that which I now lack Some men can abide losing such a prize And to me loss, of course, is never a surprise The lady loaned me life’s sweetest gift Before we fell out of sorts due to a rift It was a chasm I could not climb out of And a cloud of cruelty I could not rise above The woman imparted a large part of her heart Until she rescinded a most pertinent part She shared and bared her beauty but only for a little while A fragmentary moment that was the function of her smile The lady segmented my spirit seriously with her goodbye She sliced my body with a disproportionate portion of a lie What it amounted to was counted in the number of my tears And now what she once lent me is tragically in arrears I was a beggar who was never choosy in any way And when I accepted her contribution it was a most wondrous day She donated and denoted something that filled a huge empty hole And now I have but a sorrowful souvenir to remind me of her soul © 2013…..~free cee!~ Copyright PHREEPOETREE