Not Fiction

I remember a day buried in the past,
The day into a dream you breathed life.
Perfectly pure, not a single spell cast,
A promise of paradise to eclipse my strife.

Our path seemed the only road to follow,
Our beautiful future I witnessed in your eyes.
A future where warm light would always glow,
Where I fell for you anew at every sunrise.

I remember the hour I held you close,
Time had stood still as my heart raced.
An emotion so great has no word in prose,
To interrupt that hour I was in no haste.

I remember a day as if it were only yesterday,
A bird sang to the sky of your strange news.
It bid me to find and hear the truth you say.
I felt a crack as my heart's halves grew loose.

I remember the moment I spoke as if skies were blue,
To the news of the bird you gave your collaboration,
Your hand is held by another, you said it is true.
You had seen it as light, I can still see the scorpion.

I remember all the days gone by till today,
I see your arm my love, it's badly stung.
Take mine my angel, let me make it okay.
Leave the scorpion in the past, let our song be sung.

Bring back to us the shifted and delayed future,
Let me reveal to your eyes, the glory of you,
A scorpion can't, it can never be in his nature,
And mine, doesn't know how to stop loving you.