Treasure Island

MaryVivien Namata


My Lover


Darkeness circled the cave, slated with sting of death
The gloomy clouds thundered, the sun too afraid to shine
Evil ecstatic about its dinner, the innocent murder of my LOVER
Will i ever see HIM again i pondered

Steadily they rolled the stone onto the dungeon
One was enough to seal the slaughter
The galsome murder of my loving LOVER
Will i ever see HIM i wondered

Slowly i staggered to solice, my limbs to heavy to carry
With shatters of my heart i waded
The dagger deeper than the slasher
But my pain was the love of my LOVER
Will we meet again i wondered

Within a spin the story unfolded
Listen its voice of my LOVER
HE is calling i can hear
Is that really my LOVER, i wander

Yes its true HE is my LOVER
If it were another i would surrender
Better still HE is my LOVER
HIS love for me couldn't separate us forever
Yes forever HE is my LOVER

Submitted: Wednesday, June 04, 2008
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