Twisting, turning, raging fire, oh my passionate plea,
Lost lover tell me true, why did you lie to me?
You cannot fathom the hurt, the anguish, the pain,
And now my tears fall, as the heaven’s springtime rain.
You danced with me my love, you held me so tight,
Lies, all lies, the tenderest kiss, shadowing the night.
I felt it. I felt your heart as it joined the beat of mine,
Love. Oh, sweet love forever, but was only a briar upon the vine.
I saw you. You held another in your arms, and oh your smile,
One that I thought was mine, but no it was hers all the while.
How had you deceived me so? Why must you cause such heartache?
But it no longer matters, I no longer feel love, my blood lust is awake.
A little cabin in the middle of nowhere, a midnight boat ride,
“I love you,” He says, my soul burns, my rage I hide,
I cannot hurt him. Nay, looking at him now, my love, my heart,
Upon the pier, she stands, why is she here, my mind is falling apart.
She pulls a gun from behind her back, I scream. was indeed death’s blow,
I shield him. Oh, how I hurt. As I fall overboard, oh why did I not know.
The why of it, and how of it was a bit too late for me, death was near,
He came for me. He pulled me from underneath and I held real fear.
I fought. Let me die in peace, let me forget your betrayal, let me forget,
But you would not let me go. Why? did you feel a touch of regret.
Where are we now? The boat is far behind us, and she still stands.
And I knew. He loved me. Yes, it was me, she was the one with demands.
Upon the opposite shore we arrived, and more shots rang out,
To me it mattered not, neither did her cursing and her shouts.
Though I felt death, I knew I lived for my love had held true,
The last words that he spoke, the words that held my heart, “I love you.”
I awoke, I lived, she brought about her own demise, but he was forever mine.
© Cynthia Clark