FMS Pictures & Poetry

Four years on you did it again –
You shattered my modest piece of heaven,
Under the moon, the stars and the sun;
Shattered me. Shattered me!
Holding your hand was all I could stand –
It’s covered in that Irish dance.
You never would let me
Finish my song. Finish my song!
You just couldn’t take the chance.

It’s not about love
Cause my love is everlasting.
You can’t ever understand –
It’s not about understanding.

You were the first I saw in my dreams.
I’m supposed to be the repressed one.
Things are rarely what they seem :
You ought to know I can’t blaspheme.
It was easy to deny
Reflections shining in your eye
Even when I foresaw
The hand you’d deal
And the pain I’d feel.
You think you love me –
You love him more.

But it’s not about love... ETC.

I can’t help wondering
If you’ll look back some day
And I’m curious :
Even then will you say..?

It’s not about love... ETC.

No, it’s not about love
Cause his love is everlasting.
You can’t ever understand.
He’s above any understanding.