Fingers
My greatest of loves, you fell through my fingers.
I know this because the hurting still lingers
and I know how I felt when your love was here
and the spinning wheel madness since then, my dear.
We had the brightest and greenest of Springs
Autumn brought music and with love you did sing
well into the Winter as we danced along.
Our young hearts were yearning, our voices were strong.
We grew as we learned of love and romance.
We pledged our devotion ‘til the very last dance.
Our love was true and that’s why it would stay
and we were not wrong, yet he stole you away.
We built love’s nest out of glue and thin paper.
Blown by the storm to float on love’s vapors.
Carried aloft, and by stilled winds did fall.
Promises, it seemed, meant nothing at all.
With no will given to save our love’s flame
unfit for the long haul, it lost to your shame.
They say love is sweeter the second time through
but first love’s remembered because it is new.