The gift of love is given to all to receive. It could make you strong or bring you to your knees. Should you choose to venture and attain it with grace, careful it may leave without a trace. He woke up everymorning to see an empty space. She no longer was by his side too admire her beauty and grace. No more coffee in bed as he'd always give her a cup. No more of him telling her lift your cute butt. She walked right out as he suffocated her breathless with love. Being obsessive isn't the possessiveness she did want. She needed her freedom and only her memories remain to haunt. He watches the rain fall down to the earth he smells the water upon the mud and dirt. He was a flirt who turned loyal and committed and true. She always wanted more than a few. Her heart belonged to him all a long, but her mind made him feel it was wrong. Tis not her body he wants, tis her beauty and presence for which his soul taunts. He doesn't have her around to feed her every meal. He doesn't have her smile for his stressful day to heal. He doesn't have her hand in his for him to kneel. He placed a ring on the wrong finger, he feels ashamed and that she's gone the embarrassement lingers. He looks for her in everyone he finds. Tis truly love that makes a man blind. Unkind and cruel is the world we share. As he watched her walk away and not care. Today regret fills both their souls, she wishes he could be there to hold. And he wishes she was here as he hugs his painful self egoistic side. Ironic is love as you watch two souls die. You cry no more tears, as you still count the years if you were together. Love let's you feel the cold stormy weather. Sometimes the stories of our life can't grow old. Sometimes we treasure the ones we love as gold. Tis a mistake to let me hold on to my ego so old. As the pride I once loved was a girl who I let walk out in the cold. Never to turn back she went ahead I stare at my ego feel my soul dead.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
