Me and you were a real life fantasy
You and I were the destiny I’d dreamed
In you and your soul I found ecstasy
In your deep eyes and open mind I beamed.
I read it said that love can truly kill
This sounds far-fetched but I’ll tell you it’s not.
Since being forsaken I’ve been so ill
This ain’t hype, I’m tied in an awful knot.
Forsaken by you, abandoned at sea
Pushed to yesterday, by your doubting mind?
Thrown to history, I’m trapped, not free
Dumped in the basket, due to a new bind?
All’s not lost for after all, you’re alive,
in this cell, I etch: “Our love will revive!”
— Sensitive Soul to Secret Sharer
The moment’s monument
( 4, 4, 4, 2 ≜ IV–IV–IV–II )