~Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Not one more kiss,
though you may miss
the way I cupped your cheek

Not one more threat,
to make love a bet
will ever make me meek

Not one more fight,
filled with spite
will ever make me sad

Not one more sigh
from these lips of mine
will ever make you glad

Not one more blow
from the lips I know
will I ever choose to hear

Not one more lie,
to my bitter cry;
no to another tear

I don't love you now,
you lost, somehow,
your compassion and your grace

But now, a smile;
a laughter blend
to ease harsh lines from my face

Its my Independence Day--
a freedom from the painful way
I loved and lost, but now can leave this place