I guess you never knew what you meant to me,
my one and all, my ying, my yang, my soul-mate chemistry.
I’d lay down my jacket, lay down my life, for you I’d catch a star.
Hearts consumed with jealousy were destined to tear us apart.
Better to have loved and lost.
Better to have and let go/than to hold
You had your chance and
You blew it.
Bust-ups, break-ups, arguments and fights.
Italian fire and passion – sweet, sweet reunion nights.
You were real hard-work, I was a jerk, umpteen other reasons.
But I couldn’t stand the pain after you handed me my freedom.
Better to reign in Dante’s Hell.
Better the Devil that you know.
Gave you a second chance and
©12.4.2016 Andrew Robert Chapman