by Profe Steve
To her you were everything, Her soul, her breath, her heart.
She was just a song to sing, A piece of stolen art.
She poured her life upon your feet, Laid bare each secret sin.
But she was just a sampled treat, Another game to win.
You were to her a haven port Her hearth’s warm glowing coals,
While she was merely summer sport, Your heart her deadly shoals.