Ashamedly in ardour ©

As I sit here

Trembling with fear

Waiting for you

To brighten the room

My hair I mess

And blush in stress

As you smile

Behind hand I hide

 

Give the devil his due

You accept too soon:

Ambrosia from Gods

While forgetting about love.

 

Those teeth aren’t for me

They shine sweetly

And butterflies

Around you flutter

As fools ask questions,

Wise men can’t answer.

Seeing everything

This bird won’t sing

 

Give the devil his due

You accept too soon:

Ambrosia from Gods

While forgetting about love.

 

Why does the gorse bloom

Far too soon

For me to harvest

Yet working hardest,

And this aching pain

Which you’re to blame

Cannot be true:

Wanting happiness for you.

 

Give the devil his due

You accept too soon:

Ambrosia from Gods

We’ve forgotten about love.

 

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