Too Good to be True

My lover came knocking on my front door

With a bouquet of roses in his hand

He said beautiful was the dress I wore

And things only my heart could understand

He asked me about my day and my friends

That a booking for dinner had been made

His touch makes my heart race. The kiss he sends

He holds me and I’m no longer afraid

He says he’ll be there for me. He does care

I hear his heart beat when I hold him tight

The adoration is beyond compare

But in my heart something doesn’t feel right

He’s too good to be true. Thus we must part

My hands on the knife rammed into his heart

6th April 2012