Bless The Heart
Bless the heart that Glory found, She tugged and pulled, twisting him around. He cursed and he cried as his heartache raged, But then it was only an act that he staged.
So maybe we should bless Glory's heart for one such as he, Scammed by a gypsy letting her soul drift free. Yes she loved him this there was no denying, When he was gone she spent her time crying.
Cause she knew. Yes she knew and it hurt her spirit, Her heart ripped, the jagged edges digging bit by bit. And her jealousy began, the hurt, anger, and hate, Mind blank, fiery rage burning her soul, an inevitable fate.
He smiled and ever so softly kissed a spot on her shoulder, Watching from the distance, as his moves grew bolder. She was younger and shy of the weight that Glory carried, Though she wasn't like that before they were married.
Bless the heart that Glory found, As he lay, writhing in pain upon the ground. A bruise upon his lover, right above the left eye, Na she didn't kill them would you like to know why?
Simple really let's see if I can explain, She already had tickets for the very next train. Yes she could have but this was much more fun, To watch him twist and squirm after her deed was done.
Perhaps he could sire children, but then again perhaps not, But it would be quite a while before he dipped into a strange honey pot. From the bed he moaned and Glory smiled a dazzling smile, She had him where she wanted him and he would be down for a while.
© Cynthia Clark