"Oh Your Face Can Be So Coy!" By: Eric L.
Oh your face can be so coy!
Why is it that with my heart you toy?
You assail me with false lines of love
Oh why do you lie my little dove?
You whom I let fly without a worry's care
That I trusted my love returned to me
Yet you run from me like a hunted hare
I'm your love not a fox; I beg and plea.
Till a darkened day your voice no more
To be heard just an echo of a parting gift
You left me bleeding my heart you tore
Into a mis'rable present; a Sorrow's rift
Your gift to me was Sorrow's kiss
But 'tis your warmth I sorely miss
Your jewel bright your maidenhead
Was mine, my own but Pleasure's dead.
She's dead you took her away from me
She's you my love, why can't you see?
You veil your eyes for Guilt and Shame
Too late you're tainted so's your name
It's strange for me this might be lame
But my love for you is still the same.
Oh your face can be so coy!
Why is it that with my heart you toy?
You assail me with false lines of love
Oh why do you lie my little dove?
You whom I let fly without a worry's care
That I trusted my love returned to me
Yet you run from me like a hunted hare
I'm your love not a fox; I beg and plea.
Till a darkened day your voice no more
To be heard just an echo of a parting gift
You left me bleeding my heart you tore
Into a mis'rable present; a Sorrow's rift
Your gift to me was Sorrow's kiss
But 'tis your warmth I sorely miss
Your jewel bright your maidenhead
Was mine, my own but Pleasure's dead.
She's dead you took her away from me
She's you my love, why can't you see?
You veil your eyes for Guilt and Shame
Too late you're tainted so's your name
It's strange for me this might be lame
But my love for you is still the same.
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