Assassination of a Lover

Such grief has died away, but kindled a vicious lie

Time will rot this Ill affair, the lie “I care”

Then the strength that holds will come to vie

This endless game of truth or dare

Though loving memories live on

Our love has come to be foreclosed

Such pain that lingers will be gone

A virtue of no regret has been exposed.

Love will come, and love will tell

He who burns the demons of his back

The one who loves will come to quell.

His love alone will come to lack.

For a journey may not commence

With a party at its knees to plea

One will come to manifest, a large expense

One of which will kill the fruitful tree

At the stump, we dug a hole

Within we placed our love affair

Such practice led to burning coal

The suffocation left my soul within despair

A tomb was placed upon my pain

Hidden for this act of passion

A rose was thrown upon my name

The thorns it held were my assassin