Faye

Hope you had a good night's sleep Faye He coos holding the cup to her lip Nice isn't it the morn's first sip And be ready for a lovely day! By the way sweetie I had a good sleep Long, dreamless, deep If I don't count that recurring nightmare You're sitting broken on your favorite chair! Can't stand to see you broken that way From me you ever being taken away And one morn here I'm alone to weep Not holding a cup to Faye's lip! You know sweetie I meant it true When I said would die without you For you my love is so deep grown I see it mirrored in the rusted bone! Faye's eyes don't move a blink His words in her quietly sink There's a thrill in her timeworn bone That her man would never have tea alone.