Holding

Holding on to a push and a shove,
Is the lie you been feeding me,
But through my glasses you see love,
And the spoon has knived you three,
Knocking on my door is forbidden,
As well as me seeing beyond the window,
Venom plunges from me being bedridden,
My colorful songbird glides the wind to bestow,
Take love's gifts and insidious illusions,
Cast a spell you would never cast,
Create melodious curses and end up with fusions,
Who you are is not your past,
The symbol of our future union was stolen,
Lips remained sealed from the reaper,
Songbird mistress keeps a smile knowing,
Without the sparkle she is still the keeper