Inside this gin joint, the jukebox playing my reminiscence lullabies.

My finest moments were well spent on a particular

The first time I looked into your eyes

I could see right into to your soul

There was strength and compassion

Yet love had

          TRUTH IN LOVE

Fire in your eyes

My deepest

My darkest desires

Hope dances

You’re the same but you’re not.

You can look him straight

in the eyes, and see them,

and feel something behind

What looks like love

Might not be

You left me

I'm empty

What looks like love

May be a lie

You cut all connections

You