Lorraine, My Sugar Pie

I know it won't be published,
this page of scribbled stress.
As soon as I've done bleeding
I'll burn this mangled mess.

But just for one mad moment,
a copy I'll put by.
To one I'll dedicate it:
Lorraine, my sugar pie.

You see, she was my true love,
my tender teenage dream,
who rose like Aphrodite
with golden glow and gleam.

And through life’s jaded journey
when she was far away.
I knew I'd ache to hold her
until my dying day.

So, when my ship came sailing
on waves when tides had turned.
The joy drowned out the sorrow
when love, with her, returned.