This Is Not A Love Story

He never promised me a rose garden,

Only a single rose.

And if you’ve ever read Blake,

You know how the story goes.
I thought we’d play a dizzy game

Of childhood make-believe,

But I was the one who was dizzy,

And you were never deceived.
He never offered me diamonds,

For they have no power over me,

Only a sky full of stars

Over a frothing sea.
I told you it didn’t matter

That you had a wife before,

But every day that I’ve loved you

It has only mattered more.
He tried, I could see it in his eyes,

The way they would light with fire,

But I never thought it would burn the house down,

Make ashes of our desire.
I wanted in a different direction,

The life that we had ahead,

But—Oh, rose, thou art sick indeed!—

For he wanted the wife that was dead.

This Is Not A Love Story

SameOldSoul

Joined December 2008

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