One Stone
I stand before you just an empty shell
My dreams and all my fantasies are dead
You’ve changed my paradise to living hell
Betrayal’s sting to sorrow’s strife you’ve wed
Was I not good enough to meet your need?
Did I fall short in giving of my love?
Oh, tell me now, how could you do this deed?
Have you no fear of God who rules above?
Was she much better than I am to you?
Was her embrace a sweeter, safer place?
I love you still; you know my heart is true,
Yet no regret or love shows on your face
My heart is dead, and soon your eyes will see
One stone that marks my grave, then pity me!
For John Lawless's Contest
One Stone
November 13, 2007
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2017
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