A.R.T.

I.

when the moonbeams spill

on the window sill

the light in her eyes

it intensifies

and her love does pour

like the rains do pour

so my cold heart grows

from that single rose

of the love she brings

it shows me things

that i didn’t know

existed as so

with that i see

her true beauty

so i write to say

each and ev’ry day

that i’ll love you more

than the day before

II.

but it would soon fade away

‘cause she threw it all away

left me in the rain

full of all this pain

and i did see

the love in me

would soon not be

for her from me

now it’s so cold

so black and bold

inside of me

my travesty

now i write to say

each and ev’ry day

i despise you more

than the day before

III.

all i have to say

is it’s faded away

i forgive you now

like i should have then

and i write to say

each and ev’ry day

i’ve moved on some more

than the day before