Who is the one, who twists my soul?
With wicked deed, or so it seems
Who makes a knot, so thick and tight?
That makes me cringe, in fear and fright
And laughs to me, without respite
It’s nothing dear, I love just you
Her wicked acts, aren’t that at all
It's only I, who makes me fall
She’s pure and true, with darkest eyes
Yet with accusations, me! I say she lies.
She has no fault, of which I blame
Though bears the brunt, of taunts and slander
As, through minefield
After minefield, I meander
Though I make her cry in pain
With words of bitterness and rage
She forgives me, time, and time again
This one, I wrongly call "the temptress"
I hear her tender tones, of calm
And then, like some demented fool
I scream, shout and pay
This sweet thing, with abuse
She takes it, dies a little more
And keeps me hanging, on her arm
She loves me and she shows it too
She always makes me smile and kiss
Shows me how I’ve been remiss
Now I’ve come to realize
That if I make her die
Like, she does on many days
With piece by broken piece of heart
It's I. who has the fault within
Not her, this princess without sin
Who is the one I talk about?
She is rainbow, staunch and proud
She makes me smile, and laugh aloud
Smothers me with love and lust
When in my tantrum, I withdraw
She is all I ever need, and yet I push
make her squirm, as words I use
Destroy her mind and soul
Though with this poem, love and care
With tender words of heart
May I show I know my crime?
And ask forgiveness.......
With wicked deed, or so it seems
Who makes a knot, so thick and tight?
That makes me cringe, in fear and fright
And laughs to me, without respite
It’s nothing dear, I love just you
Her wicked acts, aren’t that at all
It's only I, who makes me fall
She’s pure and true, with darkest eyes
Yet with accusations, me! I say she lies.
She has no fault, of which I blame
Though bears the brunt, of taunts and slander
As, through minefield
After minefield, I meander
Though I make her cry in pain
With words of bitterness and rage
She forgives me, time, and time again
This one, I wrongly call "the temptress"
I hear her tender tones, of calm
And then, like some demented fool
I scream, shout and pay
This sweet thing, with abuse
She takes it, dies a little more
And keeps me hanging, on her arm
She loves me and she shows it too
She always makes me smile and kiss
Shows me how I’ve been remiss
Now I’ve come to realize
That if I make her die
Like, she does on many days
With piece by broken piece of heart
It's I. who has the fault within
Not her, this princess without sin
Who is the one I talk about?
She is rainbow, staunch and proud
She makes me smile, and laugh aloud
Smothers me with love and lust
When in my tantrum, I withdraw
She is all I ever need, and yet I push
make her squirm, as words I use
Destroy her mind and soul
Though with this poem, love and care
With tender words of heart
May I show I know my crime?
And ask forgiveness.......