Unfinished

All he saw were memories of
How he thought life used to love.
Tortured and snared his thought life is,
He never again, by her, be kissed.
All she saw and all she knew
Were things that scared her off too soon;
All his passion and all his life;
Intimidated, could she be his wife?

Short and sweet their time grew; dead,
Like her body, now they bled.
No more sorrow can he bare
For his passion now laid there.
Dead and gone, though she may be,
Will he live, to what degree?

No more life's old passions faced,
Only distanced pleasure, now, he chased.
Vengeful plots now seered his mind,
Those poor children - come and find.
Lifeless now those children play
Near the stones where mother lay'.
Empty chambers filled with cold,
Hope to find those hearts of old.
Come and see his hopeful eyes,
Filled with rain and sunny skies.