He left me for another
My heart in such despair
I hear his music playing
I see him standing there
What foolish heart for thinking
That he would always be
The one to hold a perfect note
With perfect harmony
Tears I cry they glisten
Upon the ivory keys
Making my own music
So sad these trilogies
With love so sentimental
How shall I now go on
My heart is filled with music
The joy of each are gone
Shall I write the song now
That one he won't forget
Waiting for the moment
To compose my sad duet
The final note is written
This composition rests
The final page turned over
I have no more requests.
~ Francine Pucillo ~
Šused with permission |
