π Obsession π They are alive - dead, Yet they live - they used to live; In our hearts they live on; On earth they've moved on. π Oh lover of the wrecker, π π I was, I am. π π She was here a pest, π π As a "pelter" - the fear of my glass house. π π Making my heart grow fonder: π π She left, I felt. π As if death came in and took her! I never even said I don't want her! She just left, And made my heart melt. If ever her presence will come; My hand owes her shoulders, The throw of a punch And my arms a warm embrace. Hohpraize