Love Lost

It was the nightingale and not the lark
That sang when you embraced me in the dark
I wished that time would put her hands to rest
And we could lie in love, as lovers blessed.

Affirm your love for me with each caress
Your passion you in tenderness express
Yet still you fail to hide the flagrant lie
And I must face the truth I can't deny.

My love is empty, it is lifeless, lost
Succumbed to painful falsehood at high cost.
I wish that time had put her hands to rest
And we could lie in love, as lovers blessed.