Roman Candle

Roman Candle I lost your respect Soon I felt like your insect Dodging your repellant. And your constant inspection. Once spoon Fed the Nourishing Golden honey Of your love Without notice Left in the cold With a mighty shove And without any money. How could a love As hot as a Sparkling Roman candle Fizzle out to be As cold and dead As a frozen pan handler? You were my Manna from heaven Now you’re my bite Of bitter unleavened bread. Most days now I Walk around As if I’m dead Without you In my bed. How could such Loving things be said, When none of them Could possibly be kept? Because of you I’ve Wept Wept And Wept. Didn’t I at least Deserve an Ounce of Your respect?