Good Bye And Fairwell...Send Them Straight To Hell Poem by Battista Marino

Mysterious eyes, red dress and accent of gold
my heart was betrayed by there hold
found myself upon the midnight hour
unable to resist her power

Room lit by burning amber of cigarette
a wine drenched man learned the meaning of regret

by my side she will no longer be
chose to cross the ocean and sea

With flamenco sound all around
my warmth will no longer be found

She held my hand and called me love
forever and always she promised me to the man above

what a horrible decet that she strived
She was gone before she arrived....

Battista Marino
Dec 23rd 2003 5pm
Chicago O'Hare Terminal 5
Iberia Flight XXXX