Ah, love, impossible, but true,
It starts with one dreamer and ends with two,
He can't despise she who bats her eyes,
She who gives in to this glorious sin thinks her love for him is strong,
So it is not hard for her to hold on,
So sweet and innocent at first it seems,
Fulfilling all of the lovers' fresh dreams,
And as it evolves, another's involved,
But no suspicions arise,
But as it unfolds, for her to behold, the saddest, most depressing
surprise,
Accusations begin,
But she will not win,
For he is strong and bold,
What was once warm, is now torn,
His heart, suddenly cold,
Just a threat and a bruise,
The thought she was used, couldn't help her run,
He wanted her here, for she was dear to the plot of his sinful fun,
Afraid of the pain, and the pleasure he'd gain, she decided to run,
But what was once brave,
Buried her in her grave,
And left him with money...fun,
Left with pleasure,
For he was so clever,
Now to teach his newborn son,
The lesson taught by his wife not forgot,
When she tried to run,
Love, fun to start with two,
But sad to end with one
