I was all of 17, naive and blue
I fell for a knavess, full and true
Like a cancer that grows, we grew as the wind blew
Hit full bloom, until she put a knife in me that cut through
In the Land of Freedom, I was a bull without a clue
Returned Home, to unchained freedom in lieu
So lost was I, that 11 years hence, I fell for another too
Two was not love, but the hope of a phoenix rising
Two left me with nothing, and I live to tell this tale
With sorrow and regret, I am filled to this day
But finding again, myself that disappeared a score ago
Reason to rebuild, remake, and recover the lost embers
I toil in the cauldron on boil
To find a weekend away with what I know
Tech-savvy, creative, reserved and gotta say no!
You, my dear friend are all, and all is enough for me