The Death of Passion


BY: Gigs

The following was written for "the one who got away" in my life.



	So let my name be Annabelle Lee
	Because my love was deep as the sea.
	But my love, he did not love me
	As once, in sky's tears, he'd claimed it to be.

	So blow through me, ye winds of the sea.
	Curse out the fire that blazed in me
	Let no more my body shake with Desire's glee
	But be chilled; be numbed; and agony free.

	So, with salt water kisses that sting my feet
	Take his words of love away with thee
	Ashes they are, and hold no meaning for me
	Let them be tossed and scattered by the sea.

	And as your waves wash to him from me
	Let a mournful siren song your breezes be
	Should ever a tear on his cheek you see,
	Rock him with gentleness upon your knee.

	Now bind up my heart in a sepulcher by the Sea.
	Allow my secrets be buried with me
	Remind him only that my gift was free
	A love, as deep and endless, as thee.