Winnie's Song

Warm autumn day, a breeze chased the clouds from above

My body held still while our blood beat the rhythm of love

The stroke of your brush like the touch of your hand on my face

A portrait of solitude, captured in your sweet embrace

Your spirit was free; it soared like the crimson and gold

Of the landscape you painted and the fire that burned in your soul

I knew that to me, you'd be sweet but you'd never be true

As sure as the moon and the stars, I would always love you

Your reckless ways guided your life but they led to your end

One whisky-soaked night, harsh words came to blows with a friend