Description: A ballad. Tragic comedy? I’d love to have your comments on this one!
Rating: PG-13

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Our love, grown cold, had long since been replaced
No heated passion ever could revive
And in the daily old ballet we danced
We both kept secrets, so we could survive

I’d met her on a trip to San Jose
She stirred a part of me I thought had died
And while our bodies writhed in lust and love
To say I thought of you would be a lie

Her every touch, so soft as if a kiss
Her hair, so red it overtook my thoughts
My body overflowing with desire
Went to her every chance I ever got

You too had found a friend so fine that you
We’re bound by love’s familiar beck and call
And while your secret passion bloomed and grew
You left me, in your heart, once and for all

So when the burning in our loins began
And spots appeared on both of us at once
We wondered how on earth we both had caught
This herpes, since we hadn’t touched in months

That dry and arid night we did confess
The tales that led us both to this poor state
But not a tear was shed for our affairs
And neither of us called it a mistake

I told you of the woman I had met
Who changed the way I thought I felt of love
Whose hair was like a fire on her head,
Whose touch was like an angel from above

You’d found a woman’s touch could please your more
You loved it when her hair, red too, would fall
And touch your skin, so soft, when you made love
You didn’t even need a man at all

But something that you said had rung a bell
I’d found the link that we’d confessed to seek
The woman we both loved had been named Gwen
And she had gotten herpes just last week