It was her eyes... Ya
Definitely her eyes. Her long beautiful brown hair. Her pale skin down to her gorgeous petite sexy toes. She was meant to be mine, alas I was too caught up in my stupidity. A tragedy filled life for both of us. The Devil had won. As I walk down that road of sorrow my memories are filled with her smile. My thoughts stuffed with her laugh. My soul emersed with her hidden birthmark. My emotional longing to fiddle with her delicate feet as we watched movies together. The only woman I ever fell in love with I cannot touch. I understand I am in my own Hell now. The road ahead is financially acceptable yet delete of love. It was as if the Devil found my 2 weaknesses and tormented me with them both. With her, and be stranded financially. Then finances become a waterfall for me to catch. Every drop became a void of love without my Babu. Tears flow everyday. Her memory fills my head. A direction to save my soul. I couldn't save my True Love. My anger of life tripped my steps to her, and the filter of my voice forced words of untrue nature in her ear. As I broke our hearts together, the wall of uncertainty splintered to reveal the walk I had to take. Like the song says, "What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you". Now, I walk without love. "Nobody can save me but you."
© Dale A Martinez