mistaker oh so cruel

Copyright © September 23, 2003 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
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As I walk down this lonely road
with she not by my side,
I survey the damage of my mistakes 
that drove her love away.

This pain, it is so great,
that a fool and his foolishness
would bring upon himself
as I sift through these ashes.

She lit up my life
with the fire in her eyes,
all there for me alone.

High on her love
which shown through smile,
gleaming as pearls ablaze.

She held my soul,
she owned my heart,
but how was she to know?

I did not do such 
a very good job
of letting it show.

Haunting echoes now resound 
from that cavernous place
once filled with the love
she held, her gift to me.

How long must I stand and stare
at this empty place that once held
such grand prize be mine,
as it be forever now lost?

Oh, but to turn back the hands,
to un-chisel the stone,
these things I can not do.

As echoes of her love from the past
clash with these dreams that have no future,
the present, to all be known, but my heart.

So I be forever tagged,
the mistaker oh so cruel.