What need in me for more kisses?
I\'m no place for love to flame,
Just an empty track
which once led someplace.
A broken link in a rusted chain.
Though years were filled with pleasure
Time and time again.
Those ups and downs
upon loves merry go round,
never to be regained.
In my own minds eye I recall so well
living that loving game.
Each leading role
I\'d rehearsed so well
received questionable acclaim.
led tempted through insanity,
and punished by the rain,
tamed by ambiguity,
no more a pretty picture,
just another empty frame.
So what spirit fills this vessel now?
What keeps this captor sane?
As I look to tomorrow
through a glass ever darkening.
Simply love, love remains.