For the Lost Love...

Bluffmaster

A girl
whose name is love
simple, dainty
a lovely sight
she is lost
lost
lost
she is lost

Her face
A fairy's likeness,
temper
a picture of Mary
when she laughts
the petals fall
when she walks
a melody plays
her graceful height
like a wicker tree

her years are still of nascence
but the language of eyes
she comprehends

she is lost from many
births ago
though it seems as affair of yesterday
why, it seems an affair of today
why, it seems this moments affair
just now she stood by my side
and now she has vanished
what trick what chase is this
my senses, they're mystified
searching for that girl

I call out to that girl in my name
I call out to that girl in her name
I call out to that girl in everyones name
I call out to that girl in Gods name

if she reads or hears this
if she be alive or dying
come and meet me once
do not sully my devotion

lest I can't live
nor write a word
lest I can't live
nor write a word
lest I can't live

A girl
whose name is love
simple, dainty
a lovely sight
she is lost
lost
lost
she is lost...