You said our love was over, that night some eight weeks past.<BR>You said we couldn't make it; our love just wouldn't last.<BR>You said that this was all my fault, as if the die were cast.<BR>You said that you were through with me, and that was hard and fast.<P>You said, "Don't come into my bed! I am not here for you!"<BR>You said, "Don't even talk to me. I tell you we are through!"<BR>You said there was no influence or any outside clue.<BR>You said enough hurtful things, my heart just broke in two.<P>You said you had to go to work from six a.m. till dark.<BR>You said it gave you time at noon for running in the park.<BR>You said that I had quite a nerve to raise a question mark.<BR>You said with such conviction, like a modern Joan of Arc.<P>You said, "You fool! You're crazy! Don't speak to me of God!"<BR>You said you didn't understand; my faith was all facade.<BR>You said you needed time and space and for me to give the nod.<BR>You said you didn't have my heart -- I found that truly odd.<P>You said you didn't want to talk -- the problem's mine not ours.<BR>You said that staying up to talk would drain your thinking powers.<BR>You said that you had lost your love. How dare I send you flowers?<BR>You said you were too busy now to meet during daylight hours.<P>You said all this for seven weeks it all seemed so confusing.<BR>You said that you would prob'ly leave -- I couldn't win for losing.<BR>You said that you were moving on. My love you were refusing.<BR>You said these things and all the while, someone else your were perusing.<P>You said, "Where'd you get that letter?" Your face was gray as slate.<BR>You said that I would soon agree this note's not from a bed mate.<BR>You said your would not fully tell nor full cooperate.<BR>You said, "It's not your business. It was just infatuate."<P>You said that we should sleep on it and talk in light of day.<BR>You said that you would never, e'er relinquish the dossier.<BR>You said that it could be a man or maybe someone gay.<BR>You said it was an affair of the heart that got..uh...carried away.<P>You said that you had gotten scared when you began to touch.<BR>You said this person made your day exciting, flirtatious and such.<BR>You said our marriage was handicapped and you had found a crutch.<BR>You said so many awful things not seeing me hurt this much.<P>You said, "Maybe man, maybe girl. Wouldn't you like to know?"<BR>You said, "The person's name? Oh, Pat Smith. The gender I will forego."<BR>You said that you would never tell or name this so-and-so.<BR>You said that it was over, so there is nothing that you owe.<P>You said, "Just look at what you've done! You've broken grandma's chair!"<BR>You said, "How can I trust you with the phone broke over there?"<BR>You said I should be most ashamed of broken glass everywhere.<BR>You said that it was somehow me that caused this love affair.<P>What you didn't say's the thing that hurts. You would not dare explain<BR>That your love for me was not enough to relieve me of my pain.<BR>You never asked forgiveness, my tears were all in vain.<BR>It seems you have no conscience for something this profane.<P><BR>Blee<BR>jbm6k@virginia.edu<P><BR>------------------<BR>jbm6k@virginia.edu<P>[This message has been edited by Blee (edited June 11, 1999).]<p>[This message has been edited by Blee (edited June 11, 1999).]
