You turned nineteen, a beauty queen,
just hoping you were gunna be
A cannon ball
A siren call
A humming whirl of womanhood.
I felt your glow
All through my veins
You were my girl and we were one.
I loved you hard
You loved me right
Our love was strong, but we were too young.
You kept asking for more
my wayward heart could give,
I felt you grow a little colder to me.
Then you headed back home
But you called me up,
Talking low about my way with love.
Hidden in our words
Running down that line
was the cry of lovers breaking apart.
I was your man
Yeah, we were one
but you had dreams, and we were too young.
I saw you out the other night.
God you looked beautiful.
A diamond rhyme
A siren song of womanhood.
You said our love
was something that had made you strong.
And happy. Until the end.
That you had wanted to love me again.
After you went away.
So much, that it broke your heart.
And that you still didn't know
why love has to fade.
For everyone, except the blessed.
I said I was blessed to have been loved by you.
If only for a time.
You placed a finger on my lips and whispered.
Then we have both been loved, you and I
If we are never to have that again
At least we will know what it's like.
Perhaps that is blessing enough.
So come, my old friend, take my hand.
Let us dance
One last time.
One heart beside the another.
One love leading us
back to when we were young.