"Love Dirge: Dream of Intervention"

Bitterness is an ugly thing
That sometimes spreads its wings
At the drop of a hat and envy springs
Into hearts so usually clean
Of that sort of thing

Acrid smoke will fill the mouth
And leaves fall from the highest bough

Times will come when hope will ring
And pluck against fragile heart strings
Echoing and echoing
And dreams the heart will bring

Off the heart, dust will shake now
And sworn-off envy is her vow

Hands will shake, so close to being
Hope rears and coyness springs
And then SHE comes and she he's seeing
Hope she dashes and begins fleeing

Flees into night, shadows her shroud
Her footsteps, she fears, are far too loud

For her, St. Mary's praying
--what are you saying,
Desolate child whose shoulders are shaking?
Do you fear how fast your heart is breaking?

Two pairs of steps do come
Two pairs of hands engulf in love

And three pairs of eyes, brown, shaking
Meet and love not-forsaking
A sleeping heart begins awaking
Hands that hold refuse your breaking

Sacred Mother's prayer came through
Sweet child, you know what to do

---Certainly not my most favorite...but is totally what I'm feeling right now. No such thing as instant reconciliation for those with broken hearts. C'est la vie, c'est la guerre...