Mine are not the kisses that fall upon your face
Mine are not the gardens that your perfect form does grace

Mine are not the arms that guard and hold you tight
Mine are not the eyes that you gaze into at night

Mine are not the words spoken softly on your skin
Mine are not the lips that touch upon your chin

Mine are not the ears that hear your silken words
My name is not the one you call but the one your heart will purge

Mine is not the embrace that comforts and contains
For where I once had summer now falls eternal rain

Mine is not the heart that pounds and beats in time with yours
When endless nights are ardent and euphoric souls do soar

Mine are not the dreams and whims that are shared in warm embrace
His dreams now stand where mine once did and desecrate my place

Mine is not the family I once cherished and upheld
Displayed with loving pride and joy only few would fathom well

Mine is not the son that glistened brightly in my heart
The echoes of his joyous voice still tears my soul apart

For as long I have breath to breathe I swear upon my grave
that thee and son did I once love, all the love I had I gave.