Sweet Suzette

The tortured lover

I met her in the dim moonlight that sang delightful in her hair,
Suzette was so beautiful, so haunting, both devilish and fair.

I remember the moment I first saw her angelic face
and the tender warmth of my sweet Suzette's embrace.

I loved her beyond anything under Gods golden sun,
but the soft and sweet kisses sadly were all in fun.

She tugged and twisted so at my taunt heartstrings,
just a tortured lover, victim of her spurious romantic flings.

"I love you so, I love you! I need you sleeping by my side,
sweet Suzette will you marry me and be my lawful bride."

"I cannot marry you! You poor and pompous man,
ask my dear father, to win my sought after hand!

But he will not approve you! Whatever can I say;
if you were a rich man--then perhaps someday."

Oh the wounding power of the words of my Suzette!
Filled me to the bitter brim with soul crushing regret.

Shattered like the sparkling glass against the jagged stone,
I had to live my life of tears, crying, lamenting and alone.

She taunted and she flaunted her wanton wiles for me
played me for a ruddy fool but I was too blind to see.

Time went on and sweet Suzette was to another to be wed,
her swan-like throat I strangled, now sweet Suzette is dead.

Reviews

[Pj]

Such pain and sadness...but such beauty in the words.
"I met her in the dim moonlight that sang delightful in her hair"- what a brilliant start! I could tell that you'd write passionately all the way through with a strong emotive voice- and you did! You owned that piece and that subject!
The death of Suzette shocked me at the end, it gave me pause and I felt a slight shiver at the savageness....as he seemed like a gentleman...but it just added so much to the feeling of passionate despair.

[Kimberly Smith]

I could feel your pain..I love it . GREAT WRITE

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

OMG! LOL This struck me like a chord! Um I agree he is such a true gentleman forseen but in anger or maybe in his own delusions he build a facade of love, that was only an obsession, and when he had her; the woman who might of held so much beauty and maybe astute grace but no form of sentiment, he had only one demise, to kill her like a piece of duck, great great work! as always, ----mishy