She'll Be Loved (For Eniola Akindele)

She'll Be Loved (For Eniola Akindele) - Martins Deep

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She'll Be Loved

(For Eniola Akindele)

She'll be loved over the roses

that adorns her doormat

every morning

She'll fall, but over them;The roses, with sure arms to catch her.

She'll be caressed by the unloving in winter

The fires will thaw the Winter frost in her heart -

fire fueled by pictures of you

She'll turn a new leaf in Autumn

after your sentence of "I just can't take it no more!"

She'll Spring up again the dead Summer sun

salvaged by truer words

outside the sheet music of

your greeting cards.

Nature will queue up among her lovers with so much silly things

said at the touch of love.

She'll dance in the August rain

with thunderclaps clapping.

She'll pose to the the flashing camera of heaven by the lightening in the sky

You'll watch the child in her build sand castles

upon the thrones you chase

She will swallow pills of evanescence from his palms

She'll feel those goosebumps again

Those sleepless nights,

the nausea to throw up confessions

of all the little things that tingles her you never did

She will be lovesick

Hospitalised on his bed.

She'll beat miles counting stars

to every single pulse of his heart

whispering her name.

She'll swing tonight

in the garden of shredded greeting

cards tossed by the wind

Forgoten forget-me-nots will knock vainly at her stone door, vainly

while you cheated with Ms Ambition.

Your heart will throb at the magic as

her pebbles will be washed into diamonds

on his broken knees asking God for

the power to turn her every tear into alabaster oil.

She'll be loved,

His truly.

- Martins Deep

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