Time has stood still today,
Frozen with thy words, mocking,
Crude ‘n’ coarse than dried hay,
Spewing deep hate so shocking.
Etched hastily on this pasty note,
“I dost not any love for you”,
‘Twas a verdict you wrote
My life into shambles it threw.
Was I a tawdry plaything?
An article of fleeting pleasures,
Cast into the alleys stinking
An object worthy for beggars.
Sweet words of fancy passions
Thy promises of endless ties,
Were they mere pretentions,
Thee uttered in our love nights?
In faith my soul I pledged,
Surrendered to your free will,
Your wish with grace I obeyed,
Yet to befall this ordeal.
For thee I shall though wait
Through the eternal realm of time,
Destiny cannot but join our fate,
‘Cause the heavens know you’re mine.