BITTERSWEET

By Catt Kingsgrave-Ernstein, May 2000

It’s ironic, you know.

To look up and discover love, bursting with blossom

Just days before snow, and to realize we knew it was Autumn

When both of us planted this seed...

I love you

Bitter that I must leave you. Sweet that I have known you at all

Bitter that I should grieve you. Sweet the flight before the fall

Oh it hurts to see this finality

When the passion between us is still burning strong

But we knew in our hearts, From the moment we kissed

That fire like this burns bright, But it never burns long

Bitter to think of tomorrow. Sweet to remember today on my tongue.

Secret the whispering sorrow for all of our story that must go un-sung

Oh, it kills me to go when both of us know

That soon I may never return at all

But we know in our hearts, every time that we kiss

That when passion like this takes flight, We’ve no choice but to fall

And oh, how I fell!

Rapturous, reckless, and all the while, knowing too well

That is isn’t the fall, but the swift, sudden stop at the end

That breaks you

Bitter the fear of forgetting. Sweet to treasure the memory of you

With never the chance of regretting, nor bitterness colour this passion untrue

For your eyes colour over my waking and dreams,

Cutting far deeper for leaving you so

But I know in my heart, from the moment we part

That treasures like this may burn deep,

But I’ll never let go

Never let go... Never let go... And I love you.