SHE DIDN'T BELIEVE

 
Between black and white
there are shades of gray
and look, there's twilight
between night and day.

And there was one
I ever longed for
but now she is gone
my heart she tore.

“Who will miss me?”
she asked a while ago.
Did she really not see
that I loved her so?

Maybe she just saw a thieve
in me or just a rough.
Is this the reason she didn't believe
that I could feel true love?

(Augur in “Bliss”)