He Was Mine Till Fate
He stood in front of the mic resembling Zeus
Such a gift of gab, I caught my breath
Who knew that one day I'd have to choose
A decision creeping against my will like death
He was mine for a few seasons in the sun
joy and laughter was our daily bread
Love hidden like bullets in a gun
The sweetest sin, forbidden yet ever so grand
Seasons ceased and i had to let him go
Not what i desired but fate forced my hand
Watching him walk down the aisle was a blow
Pain washing over me like waves on sand
I will always love him with every heartbeat
In my heart he was mine right from the start
Though he ran into Luck and lost his feet
He was indeed mine till fate do us part
Copyright © Sharon Chirau | Year Posted 2014
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