Mitchell Man: Lover

She was a woman, prolifically Northern,

Stood still, with her heart in her head

She looked up with a smile she did taint him,

And curled up, slept beside him in bed

Seductively inducing erosion,

He crumbled into her loving arms

He would later marry Kate Mitchell,

Nothing of her had rung an alarm

He lost a boy he called his son,

She brought comfort, with other intentions in mind,

Kate Mitchell was one, not a villain,

Who loved him,

Although all he brought was despair

“Please, Phil,” said she, “Please forgive me,”

“I love you,” said she with a plea

She gave up her job as a copper,

And bent down and said, “Marry me, please”

Phil with a grunt, shoved her into a wall,

He pressed his fist tight and rough to her throat,

Scared, was she, but she kept on fighting,

Loved him, but he left her alone

“Please Phil,” said she, “Please forgive me,”

“I love you,” said she with a plea

She gave up her job, because she loved him

And bent down and said, “Marry me, please”

Kate still loved Phil, he was her everything,

He held her, and she would melt in his eyes

“Please Phil,” said she, “Please forgive me”

She bent down, on one knee,

“I promise to believe your lies”