What's taken love from my heart?
I'll tell you not what, but who.
It was me, my own smarts.
Far to say it was love I had too
Much to give away.
No. It was love a built castle,
High, bright and strong so.
Ready for the hassel,
Only to find my foe
Without the means to siege.
And so it was for me,
Out of respect, my duty
To unlay stone and mortar,
And find a formidable enemy.
Whereupon I'd reassemble;
Hope for hope to rekindle,
And to snuff out the anguish,
The lovelight vanquished.
