Eight years without you,
Bed so cold without you here,
Please come back to me.

I don't know why I,
Even think to try,
And find someone new,
When my heart just,
Keeps coming back to you.

I know now,
That it is finally time,
To move on.

May I lay my life to fate,
For golden curls on a girl,
Named Kate.

Accidents happen,
Injuries arise,
May I staunch your wound,
As I stare into your eyes?

How did this happen,
Punishment gone awry.
Mayhaps my luck,
May have risen high.

How do I approach this,
To try and gain,
Your heart and your smile,
While I stave off my pain.

Perhaps she'll enfold me,
And I'll find my way,
Into her heart,
Where I may just stay.

There were old pictures,
In a box with my effects,
From a time just before,
Society made me pay my debts.

I was gone for years,
Haunted by dreams of your lips,
And the memory of,
These felonious hands upon your hips.

Oh I never thought that,
The ***** pictures you sent,
Could bring back a heart,
So broken and bent.

Flaming hair from a bottle,
Your soul from the same,
But in the end can I really,
Be the only one to blame?

I don't know if I lost you,
Or if I loved you before,
But my heart beats in wonder,
If your heart still needs more.

I found Heaven,
From first I kissed her lips,
But I lost myself,
In a needle and a bag.

A little pill drove the pain away,
And a bag brought me false paradise,
And these four walls held me tightly,
As I sweat it all out inside.

And steel bars and concrete walls,
Kept me away from you,
When the ****** finally,
Left my veins.

Now it's been four months,
And I've held Heaven in my arms again,
But I can't yet call her mine,
Though I haunt her dreams at night.

And it'll be four more months,
Before I might fall asleep with her by my side,
And repeatedly I dream of memories,
That make me want to run, to hide.

I know not,
The word defeat,
Though I comfortably use,
The term tactical retreat.

I know it sounds awfully proud,
Of me to say I rarely lose,
But know I mean only,
In terms I care to use.

I've lost games of chance,
Or sports at play,
But know of the things I care for,
I'll never see a defeated day.

Few things on earth keep my attention,
And fewer still do I hold close,
But darling know if love is truly a game,
I surely will not lose.

For when it comes to you,
I know not the word defeat.
And I certainly will never employ,
A tactical retreat.