Stop badgering the witness!

Love is a mysterious thing poker face
Even though we tend to think of soul mates
as a symbiotic union, we have to be open-minded

Marriage is a business transaction
We've all had nights we can't remember...
or wish we could forget
as we all recalled it was the mindset
that triggered strong emotion into an explosion
that separate the thing called love.

It’s have been more than twenty odd years since
the Weeper's victims left over tears, that never faded.
the dead  never felt neither pain nor anger

The jury is still deliberating long and hard with miles
  to go on the public views, so once again
if the gloves don't fit you must acquit
  Stop badgering the remaining witnesses America
Love is a mysterious thing, poker face

I write him in my sentences,
I write him in my diary.

I print him on pages,
I print him on stories.

I carve him on stones,
I carve him in designs.

I sketch him in my moans,
I sketch him in my mind.

I etch him in tattoo,
I etch him on woods.

I sculpt him in statues,
I sculpt him into the man he stood.

I inscribe him on ripples,
I inscribe him on the swirl of my wine.

I draw him in circles,
I just can’t draw the line.

And with the first showers
Comes the kind of sadness
Which only half loved lovers
Can feel.