Though I swore that I'd never
Let another man touch me
The way that he did
Now it's over
He's fled just like the others
And I'm left sitting
In the wake of his hurricane
He was stolen from me
By a temptress
Who's forked tongue
Was sweeter than my own
As I helplessly watch
I see him under her spell
I know she will leave
And he will unknowingly fall
I stand in the shadows
My memories and I
With thoughts of better days
And of a love so true
Here I wait
For him to return
To my loving arms
That once held him tight
I loved this man
God help me
I still do.
-Heather Gordon
