Our love was a thousand candles
burning inside us.
It lit us up and warmed our souls, like a
fire from within.
When we met that night it was as if
everything was true.
Problems blew away, troubles sunk and
left our bodies.
But you ruined it.
You put out the candles, threw water
on the fire;
shouted out you hated me
from the top of the church spire.
We had a love, a dazzling creature,
but you frightened it away.
You cut its throat with your betrayals
and served it up for lunch.
What we had you killed,
no funeral or sorrow.
Just
Dead love...
