Stolen Bliss

This night froze still

with ice up your spine

and love's last kiss

wasn’t sweet, nor divine.

Sweet pure innocence

Now stained red

these scarred eyes couldn’t handle

to watch my angel fled

These scattered dreams

of love’s lost life,

Leaves me in tears

in remembrance of strife.

Our weary hearts

were locked in love,

And my morning light

now my mourning dove.

When will the anguish cease?

When will this aching stop?

When I turn myself over to death

and on the ground my body drops?

What would I give,

For one last kiss?

But now I drink to forget

this stolen bliss.