I don't believe in love she said
It doesn't suit my style of life
I am the mistress of my bed
Not for me the role of servile wife
I looked at her across the table
Watching me above her glass
Eyes saying I'm here and available
But I let the moment gently pass
Sitting there talking in a quiet bar
Empty but for us that time of day
I said I don't know who you are
But I'll listen to what you say
I am flattered by your attention
A woman here all on her own
I suppose I ought to mention
I came here to be alone
For I am the master of my life
But I've learned to be alert
Now I have one ex wife
I know how love can really hurt
She looked at me a long while
Time in that room stood still
Then she broke into such a smile
That undermined my will
I held her naked in my arms
She showed her body with pride
But I couldn't sample her charms
No matter just how hard I tried
She held me in a cuddle
When I dissolved in tears
She held me in a huddle
As I cried away bitter years
And then she said
Life can be so blue
Then on that bed
She cried so too
It was intense love making that night
When all cried out we enjoyed each other
After all the sorrow it just seemed right
A loving thank you to one another
Next morning alone in that bed
I found on the pillow a little note
Nestled there beside my head
Smiled at the words she wrote
You got to me friend but never again
Yet I so enjoyed it all
I'll be back but I don't know when
Maybe I'll give you a call
Its just three months since that day
I'll be seeing her in a couple of hours
For some reason I stopped on the way
To carefully choose a bouquet of flowers
