I Guess Lions Tore Us Apart

Is it reasoned I drew the wrath of Eros

That we had to part?

I, this way, and ye, that?

Permit me to reminisce;

Standing in your presence was when i I joked-

That only could I keep a commitment-

with my love for pens bleeding black 'stead the red that livens your heart.

Looking into your eyes, those big brown eyes;

There you sat.

The ones that rose me up happy or sad. Gently.

Those same eyes;

That told me that if ever I wished, I would even fly;

Today I looked into them and they cared less;

Of all the jokes we ever did tell-

They cared less;

Of times we made love and your emotions did swell.

Those brown eyes so distant,

So cold, so cross,

I dared not push on,

I dared not to fight for what couldn't be won;

Ne'er to be complete as I dare not anger Anteros.