Wings of Passion
He was a god of kind to me
a self-made half-millionaire
I worshipped the ground he walked on
the kindness in his eyes, a charming care.
Charisma was his middle name
handsome and perfect to the core
there was no greener grass
no other I would as much adore.
He had fallen in love with me
but didn't dare to show it
married with so much to lose
I continued to be his poet.
It was irresistible, unbearable
finally the passion sprouted wings and flew,
brief was the flight, fast and furious
then it was over before we knew.
Time went on,
further apart and then close again
we're making it back to the place
where we let it all begin.
I sit quietly and wonder
memories returning to my heart
betrayals don't seem to matter now
missing him, broken apart.
Could I be his poet once more
could I fall into his arms in tears
and back into the pleasures of him
after these long days of these years?
Could I see him as a god again
and trust the kindness in his eyes
it's too easy to think of it
the place where the passion flies.