The man who won't break your heart
He killed the first girl he had ever kissedIt was few months after
he had slept with Sabine,
in the morning light
she had looked so brittle
He had to burn away her sorrow
sleeping behind her chest
By the sunset he painted all shadows red
and her skin was even paler than ever before
So came the dark-skinned girl not older than sixteen
with sorrows from a nation
deceived so badly by men
and her own tears of young age;
the lack of dignity in teenage boys
As a man he explained
the concept of perpetual love
Then he had to meet her, his Maria, again
that unforgettable love
the innocent virgin with ocean blue-eyes
Because a gentleman like him
could not stand her heart broken
So he painted her stomach that colour of love
When she laid pale
on his bathroom floor
he kissed her mouth and combed her hair
The perfect lover
and a virgin bride
It must be agreed
he was one of those few
That could not ever
break his darlings' hearts
No, he was a real hero,
loved them all
Til their dying day
Poetry by CC
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Written on 2006-09-05 at 09:37
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