Fait Accompli
Romance is a rose and thorn,
with colours brightly bold
and in any garden they may grow,
or at least so I am told.
Trust is like a broken vase,
we can mend it but its slow,
some prefer to hide the pieces,
Yet why?, I do not know.
Tragedy is the price we pay
to love anything that may breathe
and all in end must pay in full,
In that I do believe.
with colours brightly bold
and in any garden they may grow,
or at least so I am told.
Trust is like a broken vase,
we can mend it but its slow,
some prefer to hide the pieces,
Yet why?, I do not know.
Tragedy is the price we pay
to love anything that may breathe
and all in end must pay in full,
In that I do believe.