The forest was once green and lush
But now there’s a disturbing hush
I remember how your cheeks used to flush
When there was passion and the blood rush,

But for the spider webs and dust
No warm body with which to share the lust
All fond memories turn to rust
No tasty pie filling now only crust.

The sweet song of a bird in the air
All ended with her unfaithful affair
Just as easily as if she never cared
Who would have thought who would have dared?

My gentle white dove whom I always put above
My naïve fantasy of true love
You told me that we fit like a glove
All that’s left is a cold world of push and shove,

Dreams we shared bludgeoned with a mighty blow
My little cherub carved from snow
Now just a cancelled theater show
Snuffing out the warmth of a lover’s candle glow.

Must be a ripple in heaven or a tear in the fabric of time
If life is important could it be yours or mine?
When she’s gone it’s a very sad sign
No longer is love growing on the vine.