A naïve young girl fair and fine
Stole the heart of a friend of mine.
I loved her too and did my part-
Thinking she could do nothing wrong
Until the day she broke his heart.
I’m supposed to say something nice,
Be a chum and ignore the vice
Of the woman his only bride.
I’ll admit she’s simply stunning;
This makes the blemish hard to hide.
I’d rather tell of my friend’s love
For the broken he calls his dove
(And a million more cheesy names.)
After mortgages, kids and debt
He’s shown true love that’s more than games.
He’s aware of her darker themes,
Cleans up after her reckless schemes,
Owns her sin like it was his own.
He’s the better man, most wounded
And from whom the most love is shown.
Still his good true friend I would be
For love for her is love for me-
Try to help her love him better,
And helping him mop the messes.
Soft hearts bleed blood that is wetter.
