| Spilt on my heart Like lemon juice stinging His last echoed goodbyes In my eardrums still ringing Spilt on my heart Awakened by pain Fore once on my pillow A pheasant had lain Spilt on my heart Loves first rejection Spin sunrise 'til morn Lost in reflection Spilt on my heart His dissent permanantely embedded 'Tis only to Lady Amherst whom He's to be wedded Spilt on my heart A rapture pure and aesthetic While to him, I must seem So awfully bland and pathetic Spilt on my heart Those words he last lamented, "No promises can I make you, However discontented." Spilt on my heart Touted feathers grey and pale "Where have you been roosting Rock, Hill, or dale?" Spilt on my heart This wish I'll forever yearneth That home to my nest He will someday returneth |
| Spilt on my Heart ~Ode to a pheasant |