And it was love that came
With all its broken promises,
And ticking clock time,
And laid a hand on her heart,
Into the sleepless nights
And none eating days,
Where all seemed dark and dim
Beside the love of him,
Who entered her dreams
Like a thief on the prowl
And stole her heart and lips.
It was love that spoke
In the chambers of her ears,
And swam in the lakes
Of two blue eyes,
And spun her round
In a twirling of sense’s feel,
Until the touch made her ill
With its tingling torch of love
Into the spread of her limbs and heart.
It was love that went
And sent the wishes to the wind,
And all her dreams to kingdom come,
And the numb sensation
Bit, sapped and burnt,
And she learnt too late to tell
The tick tock of her heart’s clock
In the dying world
Of his last deceit in word and kiss.
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