DOM VICTOR'S TALES

My friend stole my ladylove
On that summer afternoon.
He thought ‘twas a blessing from above,
But he’d lose a good friend soon.

For my lady I had won,
After years of toil and tear.
And let him share in my good run,
Nothing did I fear.

He followed the greed of his heart.
He knew not how to share.
Caused my love from me to depart.
For his friend, he did not care.

His friend who when he was so low,
Would make the road so bright.
And if he ever asked for more
All doors were opened wide.

And wide they made their presence felt.
For me it’d be a test.
Though my heart began to melt,
My true self I did nest.

For the pace to quickly drop
Little time it took.
At the sorry wilting crop
No one would even look.

Thus were left the three of us
Lonely islands to dry.
For her, whom I once would trust,
No arms in which to cry.

Seasons since, no loss, no gain.
All so silent and still.
Though it’d be foolish to look again
To see her back, I will…