TRAGEDY OF LOVE
©1999 Nick Fessler
Her beauty was such that she just seemed to glow
Her smile was a blessing she gladly bestowed
But who would she love every man wants to know
In this tragedy of love
His words were much more than a mere work of art
As they fanned the flames of love’s scripted part
And caused throats to catch their beating hearts
In this tragedy of love
In this tragedy of love
There’s a vial of poison from a nightmare dreamed of
A knife through the heart held by a blood-stained glove
Two spirits now soar hand in hand high above
In this tragedy of love
Their passion grew bright and burst from within
But they were both married and love could not win
She sailed away and they don’t meet again
In this tragedy of love
In this tragedy of love
There’s a vial of poison from a nightmare dreamed of
A knife through the heart held by a blood-stained glove
Two spirits now soar hand in hand high above
In this tragedy of love
It was such a tragedy; A light trapped inside…that soon must grow dim
It was such a tragedy; A leaf that grows dry…and blows away in the wind
He was now left behind a king with no queen
And no words to describe this play without scenes
His heart never harnessed was now caught between
In this tragedy of love
In this tragedy of love
There’s a vial of poison from a nightmare dreamed of
A knife through the heart held by a blood-stained glove
Two spirits now soar hand in hand high above
In this tragedy of love
What a tragedy
©1999 Nick Fessler
Her beauty was such that she just seemed to glow
Her smile was a blessing she gladly bestowed
But who would she love every man wants to know
In this tragedy of love
His words were much more than a mere work of art
As they fanned the flames of love’s scripted part
And caused throats to catch their beating hearts
In this tragedy of love
In this tragedy of love
There’s a vial of poison from a nightmare dreamed of
A knife through the heart held by a blood-stained glove
Two spirits now soar hand in hand high above
In this tragedy of love
Their passion grew bright and burst from within
But they were both married and love could not win
She sailed away and they don’t meet again
In this tragedy of love
In this tragedy of love
There’s a vial of poison from a nightmare dreamed of
A knife through the heart held by a blood-stained glove
Two spirits now soar hand in hand high above
In this tragedy of love
It was such a tragedy; A light trapped inside…that soon must grow dim
It was such a tragedy; A leaf that grows dry…and blows away in the wind
He was now left behind a king with no queen
And no words to describe this play without scenes
His heart never harnessed was now caught between
In this tragedy of love
In this tragedy of love
There’s a vial of poison from a nightmare dreamed of
A knife through the heart held by a blood-stained glove
Two spirits now soar hand in hand high above
In this tragedy of love
What a tragedy
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